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Upon Arrival, Texas 2007 I observed the multitude of dogs sniffing luggage as I walked through customs. It was like the GB shrine. You could smell the oil money that went into the place… Ironically, the service standards of the airport in general were poor. We managed to find a good restaurant. The alligator which tasted sort of like chicken and calamari and was served by Jeremiah, a most courteous waiter. I don’t usually eat things that may have eaten human.

Upon Arrival, Texas 2007
I observed the multitude of dogs sniffing luggage as I walked through customs. It was like the GB shrine. You could smell the oil money that went into the place… Ironically, the service standards of the airport in general were poor. We managed to find a good restaurant. The alligator which tasted sort of like chicken and calamari and was served by Jeremiah, a most courteous waiter. I don’t usually eat things that may have eaten human.