I made it safe and sound to Atlanta, after a short 2h flight from Fort Lauderdale, with no tropical hurricane in sight, thank God.
Atlanta’s Airport is so huge – it’s the busiest airport in the US and the world, with more than 96 million passengers and a whopping 868.359 take-offs and landings! Can you believe that number???
It took a while to get to the baggage claim and for the luggage to arrive.
I got onto lovely MARTA – the Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority – bought my Breeze card (already feeling like a local) and paid the 2.50 $ fare and was a block from my hotel in about 25 minutes.
I’m in the Georgian Terrace Hotel, what turned out to be one of the best spots in Atlanta. I have to say I booked it mostly because it had a great deal on booking.com and seemed to be in a nice area, on the edge of downtown and close to the bars in Midtown.
Ok, I’m surely not staying in Clark Gable’s suite, but I have a great room overlooking a part of the Atlanta Skyline, the Bank of America tower to be precise.
I walked down Peachtree Street and over to a couple of bars I had mapped out on the way here. Midtown is a nice neighborhood. Some high risers, condos and hotels, but also more small-scale housing and parks.
I passed Margaret Mitchell’s house, where she penned her world bestseller on her typewriter, with one of the greatest love stories in hostory. Funnily, and unthinkable today, the story had no happy end: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!
I ended up in Blake’s on the park, a nice and bustling beer and cocktail bar with a bunch of guys and ended up getting tips from the local drag queen who performs there from time to time. Atlanta and I are off to a good start.