I know, two weeks isn't long. We did Chicago, New York, back to Chicago, which is not all of America or even typical of the country. But you do notice things. We arrived in the evening, in the snow. For the briefest of moments it seemed like that was going to be pretty cool.

We've been shovelled off the 19-hour flight into O'Hare, once the largest airport in the world, into an arrivals concourse that cannot be right. Great drifts of people, everything closed, little signage, everyone looking lost. You think O'Hare will be a well-oiled machine but it's just

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