A flight in the opposite direction to Houston, a three hour layover, and a further flight, and we were Orlando waiting for our bags. And waiting. You know how every time you wait a while for your bags, and time seems to drag on, as you become increasingly frustrated? Then the thought pops into your head that maybe your bags won't arrive? 'That won't happen to me', you say. Well, it did.
After seeing the same bags come around a couple of times, and mine not arriving, I made my way over to the baggage counter to find out my bags were on their way.... from another state. Washington, or Texas, I couldn't tell you, I just know it wasn in another state, and more importantly, where it shouldn't have been. It'll be dropped off at 8pm, I was told. At 3pm, this prospect isn't so bad, but when it eventually arrives at 2:30am, it's safe to say it's a little worse. Thanks, United Airlines, for ensuring I never fly with you again.
Annoying transport issues aside, Orlando had some of the most enjoyable weather thus far. The humid heat of the mid-east had become a much dryer heat, reminscent of a day in the late spring of Australia. We made our way from our bargain bin priced hotel (half the price of some of the hostels we'd paid for a month or two earlier -thank-you shoulder season pricing), passing under blue skies and palm trees, to 'Islands of Adventure', one half of the sprawling Universal Studios resort.
An amazing day of rollercoasters, water rides and perhaps some of the best theme park food ever (the award winning Mythos Restaurant), was topped off by a cheeky 18 holes of mini golf. As for the result, well, it doesn't really matter who won or lost, but I will say that we all had a good time.
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