We checked in at the Hilton Garden Inn, and were lucky to be just ahead of a long queue .
Our room was tolerably cool.
We made the 10-minute walk to Terminal 1 B and found a kiosk that accepted Blane’s “new” passport and spat out a boarding pass for him. That’s huge because it means we can skip the check-in counter tomorrow.
Then it was back through the glassed-in sweat boxes to our room.
Brian went searching for a cool restaurant and found it in the next-door Hilton.
Blane said his Margherita Pizza was delicious, and the German attempt at Tandoori Chicken was valiant.
The highlight was Blane’s Chocolate Lava Cake.
A suitable finalé to our trip.