Well, that was fun – a breezy hour crawling through security. And then, I find myself standing at the mercy of a “courtesy” bus to the hotel. Only catch? You’ve got to ring them to summon this mythical vehicle, and lucky me, I get Miss Terse on the other end. Not sure if she sent a bus, a pumpkin, or her sarcastic best wishes, but eventually, a bus appears, easy to spot, thank heavens.
Checked in, and hey, a tiny perk: a little bump up to an executive room! Not that it really matters since I’d only be here long enough to fling myself at the bed. It was 7 p.m. local time, but my body was loudly insisting it was midnight. And with less than 8 hours until the alarm blares, there’ was no room for any late-night mischief. Just a quick tuck-in and sweet dreams of tomorrow’s 3:30 a.m. shuttle. The adventure continues: six flights down, 340 tier points in the pocket, two narrowly-missed connections… tomorrow, do your worst!
In retrospect I should have known there was absolutely zero chance of me getting 8 hours sleep, my internal alarm did its thing at midnight as it thought it was 5 am of course. I did manage another fitful hours rest and eventually gave up and headed downstairs for a little mooch around the public spaces that I didn’t picture the previous evening as everywhere was very busy.
A cautionary word, be early for the bus! The shuttle bus was completely full and multiple groups were turned away to wait for the next one in 30 minutes time. First come, first served. No traffic at this ridiculously early time of day and we were quickly at the airport.
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