Arriving a Chicago one is greeted with big welcome signs. That this ends up in a huge social event one recognizes rather quickly a few meters further.
Looking at the impressive Queue in front of the immigration desk, immediately made me calculating the approximate waiting time and comparing that with my transfer window. Ok, it should fit in. But that massive certainly would take an hour to be processed.
It looks like I was even too optimistic and it took a bit more than one and a half hour of standing and waiting…
… anyway, even the longest Queue has an end and after a short small talk with some immigration officer, the transfer could start.
Someone quickly scanned my luggage and called “B18”, enought to get me fully informed. Everything else was already printed on my ticked. So the second airplane to Salt Lake City was easy to find.
