Boston
Unlike my first ever flight just a few years before, this was uneventful. A quick refresher, the first flight was from Kathmandu, Nepal to London Heathrow, via transfer at New Delhi. On the second leg of the journey, on an Air India B-747, just after take off from New Delhi Airport, one of the engines blew-up, with near catastrophic consequences. But that is a different story, which you can read about on page 85 of my first e-book.
To be fair, it was nearly 50 years ago as I write this, so some things are somewhat vague.
I was allowed into the country. That was the extent of my preplaning, getting to the US. I had no plan as to where I was going to go, nor how long I was going to stay. With one possible exception, visiting Pete's sister. That story in due time.
I left the airport with my huge rucksack on my back. With a Union Flag sewn on to the red material and a tourist type Union Flag on a plastic stick, stuck out the top of my rucksack. I suspect I picked up a local map of Boston at the airport, an headed towards the Massachusetts Turnpike, on foot. I did a lot of walking, and not a lot of getting on transport that costs money. I guess I headed out of the city for a similar reason, to avoid spending money. Cities tend to be expensive places.