23 September: It's really a longer flight than you would think.

Chris' dad was nice enough to drop us off at the airport, in plenty of time for us to get inspected, neglected, detected, and all other kinds of mean and nasty things that the TSA has dreamed up. After a 5 hour flight over to Atlanta, we embarked on another 9 hour flight down to Buenos Aires. It's really somewhere around hour 11 of 14 hours on a plane that you start to question reality, and wonder if you haven't been sitting on a plane all your life.

Atlanta Airport highlight: they have a muppet.




Airline highlight: they have a creepy exercise video that looks like a bad Robert Palmer video.