Dallas

I arrived in the land of oil wells, big hair, 10 gallon hats, the Dallas Cowboys, (more importantly) the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders and J.R.Ewing on time and only slightly crippled from trying to sleep in aircraft seats. Immigration and Customs was quite painless but then I had to get to another terminal for the flight on to New York. Wow! I think I walked halfway to NY. I walked past gates D1 to D40 then C1 to C36. Yep, 76 gates. And I'm fit! I don't know how most of the super sized inhabitants of this state would do it. I even walked up the stairs instead of using the escalator and was pointed at like I was the freak.

I only had about 15 minutes to get from the international terminal to C36 but if you weren't in a rush, there's no end to the stream of places you could sate your appetite along the way. There was Blimpies, TGI Friday, Auntie Anne's Pretzels, Fuddruckers Hamburgers, Dickeys BBQ Pit, Einstein Bros Bagels, to name about 10% of them. I think that's where the difference between US and Australian airports is so stark. While we of course have a 'food court', most of the other stores are shopping whereas in the States, it's the other way round.