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14-03-2022, 07:22
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I'm up fairly early - before 8 AM. I've a few things to be getting on with. Like printing out my negative Covid test certificate. That has priority. I don't want to be refused boarding.
I go downstairs and ask at reception if they can print it for me. I'm directed to the Fed Ex office inside the hotel. There they have the possibility to print from a memory stick. For which I'm charged $1.62. Not that I'm complaining. That document could be priceless.
After carrying it carefully back upstairs, I have a think about breakfast. $20 an American breakfast costs. Do I really want one? I hum and haw for a while. Then say to myself, fuck it. My last day, after all. They're slightly more generous with the bacon, giving me three slices.
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I notice that, as with the other places I had breakfast, a tip of 18% or 20% is added automatically. Then they leave space for another tip, the cheeky bastards. 20% is plenty, they can fuck off if they expect any more. If you're not careful the tip will come to more than the food.
I need to pack. But not before polishing off the remainder of my hotel whisky. I wouldn't want to let it go to waste. Or lug it back home.
Checking out at 11:00, I jump in a taxi. I'm going to be very early. My flight doesn't leave until 16:45. The checkin desks are deserted. I find myself a seat and watch some of that Beatles documentary. Part one mostly seems to consist of them bickering. In a very unproductive way.
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At around 13:00, I notice some activity behind the desks and head on over. The staff are just setting up and I'm first in the queue. Lucky me. I show the agent my Covid test result. But a female colleague says that isn't needed any more. Instead, I'm handed a weird quarantine form to fill in. Did I just waste my time (and money) getting that Covid test?*
Once airside, I go straight to the lounge to fill myself with food and booze. What are lounges for, if not that? As I chomp and sip, I crack on with part two of that Beatles documentary. They seem to have stopped arguing and are actually starting to knock some songs into shape. About fucking time.
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I time arriving at the gate perfectly again, just when my group is given the green light to board.
It's pretty empty again. I move to where I can have three seats to stretch out across. Which I do, after eating some of the not very appetising food and knocking back a few red wines. In the meantime, I work my way to the end of part three of the Beatles doc. Disappointingly short, is my opinion. Could have done with being an hour or two longer.
I manage to get 3 hours or so of fairly reasonable sleep. Then fire up the laptop and watch some comedy stuff until touchdown. It's not been too painful a flight. The Bourbon in the lounge helped.
Recognising my bag this time, I'm soon rolling into a taxi and onto the road home. I unlock my front door before 7:00. Everyone is still in bed.
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I'm up fairly early - before 8 AM. I've a few things to be getting on with. Like printing out my negative Covid test certificate. That has priority. I don't want to be refused boarding.
I go downstairs and ask at reception if they can print it for me. I'm directed to the Fed Ex office inside the hotel. There they have the possibility to print from a memory stick. For which I'm charged $1.62. Not that I'm complaining. That document could be priceless.
After carrying it carefully back upstairs, I have a think about breakfast. $20 an American breakfast costs. Do I really want one? I hum and haw for a while. Then say to myself, fuck it. My last day, after all. They're slightly more generous with the bacon, giving me three slices.
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOjA6EdDjHErQFIE9bMJIXLRh2JmNEynwjbupZzjmdKr yHV6Lpick7t7Yregf89S38Z6Nu0-0e9fjAVeuYW29ctsDwzdospXG7z3G3_qiUYL2ileOK5kpqZ_6q Y9GguLSSF81b282mCD04xk_uL3k1slGdbTBNQIQCCQiZyFqT-vI4kPnlwhJXdT5c=w640-h336 (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOjA6EdDjHErQFIE9bMJIXLRh2JmNEynwjbupZzjmdKr yHV6Lpick7t7Yregf89S38Z6Nu0-0e9fjAVeuYW29ctsDwzdospXG7z3G3_qiUYL2ileOK5kpqZ_6q Y9GguLSSF81b282mCD04xk_uL3k1slGdbTBNQIQCCQiZyFqT-vI4kPnlwhJXdT5c=s2542)
I notice that, as with the other places I had breakfast, a tip of 18% or 20% is added automatically. Then they leave space for another tip, the cheeky bastards. 20% is plenty, they can fuck off if they expect any more. If you're not careful the tip will come to more than the food.
I need to pack. But not before polishing off the remainder of my hotel whisky. I wouldn't want to let it go to waste. Or lug it back home.
Checking out at 11:00, I jump in a taxi. I'm going to be very early. My flight doesn't leave until 16:45. The checkin desks are deserted. I find myself a seat and watch some of that Beatles documentary. Part one mostly seems to consist of them bickering. In a very unproductive way.
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijHSKqynFt0J3wGZgoFKyp1a0_JRq8zEMOQqR0gwqml0 RQhu-QGG7REmNf5LPXtCPtzktxGMBIS38izZTd7Qnti_sGXHzmV3zgg WFECxWfQFHEheeqZtbRsBWdzmR9c9m0BUvEpFekSZzuQnD76nM y1_sRsSkqN_hBuk7omqfgw4tZEWFQIlhvKeUR=w640-h360 (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijHSKqynFt0J3wGZgoFKyp1a0_JRq8zEMOQqR0gwqml0 RQhu-QGG7REmNf5LPXtCPtzktxGMBIS38izZTd7Qnti_sGXHzmV3zgg WFECxWfQFHEheeqZtbRsBWdzmR9c9m0BUvEpFekSZzuQnD76nM y1_sRsSkqN_hBuk7omqfgw4tZEWFQIlhvKeUR=s2000)
At around 13:00, I notice some activity behind the desks and head on over. The staff are just setting up and I'm first in the queue. Lucky me. I show the agent my Covid test result. But a female colleague says that isn't needed any more. Instead, I'm handed a weird quarantine form to fill in. Did I just waste my time (and money) getting that Covid test?*
Once airside, I go straight to the lounge to fill myself with food and booze. What are lounges for, if not that? As I chomp and sip, I crack on with part two of that Beatles documentary. They seem to have stopped arguing and are actually starting to knock some songs into shape. About fucking time.
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I time arriving at the gate perfectly again, just when my group is given the green light to board.
It's pretty empty again. I move to where I can have three seats to stretch out across. Which I do, after eating some of the not very appetising food and knocking back a few red wines. In the meantime, I work my way to the end of part three of the Beatles doc. Disappointingly short, is my opinion. Could have done with being an hour or two longer.
I manage to get 3 hours or so of fairly reasonable sleep. Then fire up the laptop and watch some comedy stuff until touchdown. It's not been too painful a flight. The Bourbon in the lounge helped.
Recognising my bag this time, I'm soon rolling into a taxi and onto the road home. I unlock my front door before 7:00. Everyone is still in bed.
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2022/03/atlanta-farewell.html)