London, United Kingdom

After the stressing of packing into my little bag (weighing in at 17kg, and there is nothing in it!) and saying goodbye to friends, it came as a relief to arrive at Heathrow. I think I was fairly quiet all the way up, a sure sign of nervous tension but I confidently strode up to Check in ready to get rid of my bag and head to lounge access (curtesy of Mr Geldof). The lovely lady kindly informed me that I needed a Chilean visa! Check on government website showed I didn’t, as long as I left the country within 90 days. That was fine but I needed proof of onward travel to prove exit within that timeframe. I tried to get a bus ticket that I would use later to enter Argentina to no avail, so I bought a refundable Latam Ticket to Buenos Aires. That got me through the door, bit more tense but managed to scoop a G&T in the lounge before boarding to calm myself down. Good flight to Atlanta with my row empty and red wine on tap…. I landed safely in Atlanta with 2.5 hours to wait for next flight. Seems ok until you take 1.5 hours in immigration queue, 20mins on bag check (and I didn’t have one) and then have to plead your way through the security line by hopping in front of passengers. Made the flight and even scored a free cookie from the deli as I obviously was stressed – lovely lady. Flight left on time, sat next to Linda who is off cruising down the coast and up Argentina, sounds less stressful!