Well that's what the messages at the airport said but words and actions don't always match. We had a good flight and were welcomed into premium economy with a glass of fizz. The service was impeccable and I caught up with some films.
However arrival at Dulles airport was a different experience. All those who were first time visitors, post ESTA were funnelled into a different area. Here we queued for about an hour and a half with very slow progress and the monitor churning out the welcome message in multiple languages. There were very few booths open and each person was taking a very long time. Finally we got to the front of the queue where you were ushered into another smaller queue to a desk. No one was looking that friendly and the received message was not to make a fuss. We saw one man blow a gasket and his wife apologise profusely. I think she knew we were all skating on thin ice until we got the other side of that barrier!
Hilary and I hedged our bets and sneaked from one queue to another as it was apparent that people behind us had got to the desk first if in a faster moving queue.
Finally I passed muster. The US immigration department now has a photo and all my finger and thumb prints on record, as well as the ESTA information on my family history and career and personal details. They asked why I was here, where I was going ,where I was staying, what I had in my luggage.......
So by now our cases had been taken off the carousel and left in a collection on the floor, but we grabbed them quickly to head off for the bus only to find another queue where we had to hand in our customs form.
Finally we made it and got to the hotel by bus $3.50 and then a taxi. After settling in we had a refreshing walk around the neighbourhood, where there are lots of cafes, including a rather healthy looking salad cafe. We are just north of DuPont Circle and just off Pennsylvania Avenue. Today we start exploring with our Bug Bus ticket. I can see already that this will only be a taster!