Yep, it's official: MIA is definitely my least favorite domestic airport (indeed, it ranks near the bottom of all airports.) Stairs, escalators, elevators, and ridiculously long walks plague this dump. I just wanted to check out dinner at a place next to D8, I'm flying out of E9. The walk, done rapidly just short of jogging, took 20 minutes, including a stint on the Airtrain.
Ultimately I didn't have time to risk ordering food and waiting for it. I hustled back (a slightly arduous journey since the ol' tum-tum is on a flight rebellion.) I got to my gate with five minutes to spare, to consider the way the BA 747 dwarfs the Aerolineas Stalinistas 738 I'm flying (can't really complain, though, since I'm in first class, on miles, which is making this whole journey vastly more pleasant.)
In case you're curious, though J and the newly re-coined W already know this: the only close competition for worst domestic airport is DFW (which you might know is also a major hub for Aerolineas Stalinistas. Coincidence? Unsolved mystery? Dear readers, you be the judge.
Oh, and, in case anyone is wondering why I'm prattling about this rather than the wild trip I'm returning from... I have a bet with a fellow trip participant that he can't find this blog by googling me. He has a week, so I'll post images and text soon-ish. Even writing this, of course, is sort of throwing him bone. You listening, Eh Jaay? Yep, this is me!
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