Tick tock, time moves ever onward. The flight was more or less uneventful.
They served one of those famous "airline meals" that I've since blocked out
of my head. Although, the movie was Fierce Creatures, which rocks (I own it
now, on DVD, so that I can relive the memory of that flight whenever I wish).
So, now we're on the ground, in a car, travelling away from the horror that
is the airport baggage claim, and towards our first stop, a hotel with
Wyndam in the name, which was quite posh. It was more or less across the
freeway from the airport, as a matter of fact.
This would be a picture taken for posterity from the car, of the airport as
we made our escape.
