Arrival

Now it's starting. I can't quite believe myself that I am actually here, doing this. A little more than half a year ago I thought I would never ride a motorcycle, given the danger and all that. And now I'm here in Boston, having recently gotten my motorcycle license and starting my tour.
And of course, strange experiences. At the airport, I was taken aside for some extra interrogation (thankfully not enhanced interrogation). Just what you need after 15 hours of airport stuff and flights.

“Hi”

“Why are you coming to the US?”

“I wanna travel for a few months.”

“Why so long?”

“I wanna do a motorcycle tour.”

“Why?”

“Excuse me?”

“Fill out your forms, they're incomplete. Next.”

“What's missing?”

“NEXT!!!”

5 mins later...

“Do you wanna work in the US?”

“No.”

“How are you gonna support yourself?”

“I've got some savings from...”

Grabs his Walkie Talkie “Please send up an escort!”

Then I was taken to some other room where many people were waiting, spent about half an hour there, and was interrogated once more by someone who at least came pretty close to respecting the social conventions for proper conversation.

Sigh. US Customs and Border Protection as I remember them.

Now I'm here in Boston, quite nervous, pulse at rest of just over 100, and feeling a bit lost. In sum: exactly right for the beginning of an adventure!