Same deal here at the Atlanta airport. About a buck a minute. We managed to stick it out until we got home. The Atlanta airport had a wider variety of languages within hearing range than anyplace I have ever been. Funny accents, too. Think German spoken with a southern drawl. Chinese with a Midwestern twang. Absolutely amazin'.
With each stage of the trip we added more layers of clothing. By the time we reached Manchester, NH, we were once again buried under 5 layers of clothing and our carryon was virtually empty. We were still very cold.
Last updated Sunday, March 25, 2001 by Kali