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janewilliams20) wrote2007-05-04 03:01 am
janewilliams20) wrote2007-05-04 03:01 am
In Atlanta, knackered
First night hotel has "high speed" internet (via ethernet cable) in the room. We're here. The clock says 10pm, my body says 3am. But I want to adjust to local time, so sitting here on-line instead of sleeping.
Plane was delayed a bit, but made up the time. For once, I watched films! Casino Royale (better than I expected: I like Vesper, and it was pretty true to the book for once), the last 3/4 of Eragon (light fantasy fluff, roughly what I expected from this thread), and the middle of "Miss Potter", which made me want to see the full thing.
Our hire car has been "upgraded". From a Chrysler 300 (which we'd researched before arrival) to some sort of Lincoln, which may be a "luxury" car by American standards, but has their usual 10-year-time-warp problem in one important respect. The stereo plays CDs. Only CDs. Not SD cards, and nowhere to plug an iPod in. We did not bring any CDs. We do have a laptop with a lot of music on the hard disc, so maybe we'll buy some blanks and burn something to play.
Atlanta is hot. Over 30 outside, and that was at 6pm. Too hot for us. We'd had conflicting reports on the place, varying from "dump, leave within the hour", to "you're spending two weeks there, then?". Reading guide books, the latter looks closer - a few days, at least. But if it's this hot, and most of the attraction are outdoors... well, we'll see.
For once, Dave copes better with the local language than I do. He's used to speaking to Americans face to face rather than via email. I'm improving: at first it sounded as if the locals only had one vowel, a long "aa". "This train is stopping" came out as "staaaping", making me think they were saying "staarting" since the vowel sound was the same. Since then I've heard a short "a" as well as a long one. But still no other vowels.
Too knackered to find anywhere interesting to eat. We marvelled at vending machine contents, then went to the bar next door that promised no food, but hot dogs (huh? are they not food?). They existed, they were cheap, and they were good. Friendly service, infinite refills of coke. And the rumour that American hot dogs are totally unlike British ones is untrue: they were the same, only cheaper.
Dave's turn on the PC. He wants to research the car we actually ended up with. Good night LJ.
Plane was delayed a bit, but made up the time. For once, I watched films! Casino Royale (better than I expected: I like Vesper, and it was pretty true to the book for once), the last 3/4 of Eragon (light fantasy fluff, roughly what I expected from this thread), and the middle of "Miss Potter", which made me want to see the full thing.
Our hire car has been "upgraded". From a Chrysler 300 (which we'd researched before arrival) to some sort of Lincoln, which may be a "luxury" car by American standards, but has their usual 10-year-time-warp problem in one important respect. The stereo plays CDs. Only CDs. Not SD cards, and nowhere to plug an iPod in. We did not bring any CDs. We do have a laptop with a lot of music on the hard disc, so maybe we'll buy some blanks and burn something to play.
Atlanta is hot. Over 30 outside, and that was at 6pm. Too hot for us. We'd had conflicting reports on the place, varying from "dump, leave within the hour", to "you're spending two weeks there, then?". Reading guide books, the latter looks closer - a few days, at least. But if it's this hot, and most of the attraction are outdoors... well, we'll see.
For once, Dave copes better with the local language than I do. He's used to speaking to Americans face to face rather than via email. I'm improving: at first it sounded as if the locals only had one vowel, a long "aa". "This train is stopping" came out as "staaaping", making me think they were saying "staarting" since the vowel sound was the same. Since then I've heard a short "a" as well as a long one. But still no other vowels.
Too knackered to find anywhere interesting to eat. We marvelled at vending machine contents, then went to the bar next door that promised no food, but hot dogs (huh? are they not food?). They existed, they were cheap, and they were good. Friendly service, infinite refills of coke. And the rumour that American hot dogs are totally unlike British ones is untrue: they were the same, only cheaper.
Dave's turn on the PC. He wants to research the car we actually ended up with. Good night LJ.