It’s nearly 5am Sunday UK, 9pm Saturday in Phoenix. Flying long haul is such a chore, a necessary evil, but at least everything went smoothly.
We have a nice car (a Nissan something-or-other) and found our way to the hotel more by luck than judgement. Having a quick drink before retiring for the evening – we’re both absolutely knackered! We’ll have a bit of a lay in tomorrow morning before driving up to the Grand Canyon.