Arrived safely in Chicago last night, despite the little man in front of me reclining his seat so far back that the limited legroom I had was pushed to the ultimate limit, leaving my legs looking like chicken wings as they struggled for air! To top it off I didn't get a drink or even a whiff of a meal on the flight, apparently it was a budget flight: I paid 1800 pounds for that flight, kind of, it wasn't budget for me! Managed to find my way to the hostel, went ...