Arrived ... Phoenix

Well here we are, in the seating area reserved for Arizona Shuttle customers. The Arizona Shuttle is a sort of SUV/Mini Bus which goes to and from Tucson and a few other towns in Arizona to Phoenix Airport. We are waiting for the 22.30 shuttle to Tucson having failed to arrive for the 18:30 shuttle. That word "clockwork"used in my previous post, has a bit of a hollow ring as our long haul flight was over 3 hours late taking off - delayed by a little accident when the skyway was being decoupled: the skyway moved and dented or damaged an inspection door, which then had to be completely replaced. While this was being done, all the passengers were sweltering in the plane.
Once the flight got going, it was smooth enough. Oksy and I took the back row window and aisle seats, as they are a pair as opposed to a threesome and there is a little space between the seats and the window where you can stash stuff. The BA staff were all very pleasant going out of their way to be friendly - the pilot especially: Captain Paul Russell (I think).
On arrival at Phoenix, there was the usual long, long immigration procedure, and I find that they need ALL your fingerprints now ( a couple of years ago it was just your forefingers). The immigration official asked Oksy and me lots of questions in a friendly way, but they were pertinent enough. Has Oksy travelled in the Middle East at all (No, but his Mum has)...
Phone calls to Tucson to let them know the score. We expect to get there about midnight.