I have everything packed and ready to
go, but my flight does not leave until later in the afternoon so I get a
late check out.
However, Jose Luiz offered to pick me up
and go for some lunch. I accepted of course. We drove for quite a while
and went into a restaurant that Jose figured I would like. I like most
things so its not hard to find something I like.
We sit down and were deciding what we
would like, when I asked the waiter if they accepted credit cards as I did
not see a sign. He informed me "Cash only". Jose and I looked at each
other...............neither of us had any cash. :) So we picked up and
left to find somewhere else.
Obviously Jose knows the City well and
took me to another small restaurant. We had some good conversation and
food, during the process Jose offered to drive me to the airport. Which he
did after we finished our lunch.
Arriving at the airport I figure I have
plenty of time. There is a computer problem and everyone has to be checked
in manually. It is taking ages. But I finally get my bags checked in, get
my ticket and seat assignment. I decide I should be able to do a bit of
souvenir shopping as usual, when I discover the flight I wanted was
leaving 1 hour earlier than my ticket said! Everything becomes a rush I
had 45 minutes to catch my flight!
At the security check there is a line
that is approx. 100 yards long, which would not be so bad, but it winds
back and forth about 3 times! This is not looking good. But I figure I'll
get home no matter what, so I'm not too worried.
I am close to entering the security area
when I turn around, because I heard a woman speaking English, It was the
same blonde that had caught the plane in Phoenix. Only this time she has
on Red Bull clothes. Still looking good though. ;) She was in the second
loop of the line and was probably not going to catch the plane. I was
thinking about asking her to step over the line and travel with me, when
some other people in Red Bull gear joined her. There was one guy in the
crowd wearing these Red Bull sweat pants and a T-shirt with the top tied
around his waste. It was not a pretty sight! .....................He turns
around and I start to smile to myself.............it was Scott Speed! What
was he doing in a regular line to get on the plane!?!
I get into the security area only to
discover there is a line about 50 yards long in there. I'm beginning to
think I will miss my flight. Then Scott Speed and the small Entourage come
through with an official speaking in Portuguese, and marches them right
I did actually manage to catch my
flight, which was surprising but good.
Long flight, nothing to write about,
changed planes arrived in Phoenix. Beautiful weather!
I get my bags and call a friend to pick
me up, I tell them I will be out at the curb near baggage claim.
While I'm standing there, who should
come out but this blonde! ;) OK yes enough is enough! So I started a
conversation with her. "Obviously you went to the F1 GP in Sao Paulo,
because you were on all the same flights as me". It turns out her name is
Amber, she lives in Scottsdale and she had entered her name and pictures
into a competition to be a Red Bull girl. She was picked and went to the
USGP. After the USGP she was contacted and told she had been picked to
join the International pick of the girls for Brazil, all expenses paid.
She said it was not a great deal of pay, but good exposure. She had a
great time there and we had a great conversation. So here ends the mystery
of the Blonde that was everywhere I went. ;) And ends this story.
I hope you have all enjoyed it, and I'm
sorry it took so long to finish.