Los Angeles

We made it to Los Angeles and so - surprisingly - did our luggage as we only had 20 minutes in Atlanta to travel by train from B concourse to D. Atlanta has long escalators that plunge you under the runways to a train that comes along every five minutes to whisk you away to the next stop and another very long escalator up. But our cases must have taken a quicker route.

Our travel agent booked us into a medium hotel (on Qantas we hope) and we had a mediocre sort of meal with
a waiter
straight out of Fawlty Towers and are very ready for bed after the exhaustion of 8 hours sitting in planes. Why is that I wonder?

Our travel agent has booked us on Virgin Australia Monday night at 9.25 pm so we have a day in LA to follow Jenny's advice.

Outside is the city that never sleeps: