John Coxon’s TAFF Trip Report Chapter This One
10:00, 17/08/11 ‚ South Lake Tahoe, California
So, I could pretend I’m writing this in South Lake Tahoe, with the sun shining down on me and the serenetranquility of our motel (Super 8, not to be confused with Motel 6 or Lucky 7 or National 9 or whatever all theothers are‚ seriously, why are there so many motel chains with numbers in the name, and why are all of them dif-ferent?!). Unfortunately, I’m not. I’m writing this, in fact, almost a full month after the events I’m describing, whilstsitting in a Starbucks in Peterborough (hey, it’s the closest to the US you can get over here!). I blame this, roundlyspeaking, on Worldcon, for reasons which I will attempt to detail in my con report. However, since it’s officially10am on the first day of Renovation, and since I am still not at the convention yet, I don’t know anything aboutthat, and so I shall stop ruining the journalistic (and structural!) integrity of this TAFF report and start writingabout things that I would know about at this point.I flew out from Seattle onthe Monday morning at some un-godly hour (10am counts as ungodly,right?). Janice Murray, who took mearound the Museum of Flight, hadvery kindly offered to give me a liftto SeaTac airport, and so she pickedme up around 8am, for which I wasvery glad. The reason I was very gladwas that we had originally arrangedfor 8:30, but I had had a nightmarethat I’d miss the flight, and had awo-ken early as a result. Her spontane-ous offer of arriving half an hourearly did a great deal to placate mysleepy brain, so that was very mucha boon! We drove to the airportand then she very kindly bought mea coffee from Starbucks beforeI went through security to board my flight, along with my ridiculously heavy rucksack (I put all my books andfanzines in it, as my suitcase had nearly been over the limit flying Toronto to Seattle).SeaTac airport is a bit odd (and, according to the Museum of Flight, about as far from downtown Seattleas Heathrow is from Zone 1 London, although the fact you can catch the Tube to Heathrow from King’s Crosskinda obscures that). It claims to have free Wi-Fi but I’ve been twice now and I’ve never managed to get any outof them, despite the multiple unsecured networks that my iPhone told me were present. This is always a bit of apain, since airports are not naturally thrilling places and having the Internet would be great. However, on the Mon-day, it was even more of a pain than usual, since it was my mother’s birthday and I wanted to call her via Skype,like I had done in the city earlier in the week. Fortunately, the 3G signal from AT&T was fairly strong (remind meto rant about Americans and their mobile networks‚ sorry, cellphone networks‚ elsewhere in the report...), andI was just about able to call on it. The lag was about five seconds, which made protracted conversation almostimpossible and shouting at each other the order of the day, but I was able to communicate my desire to wish hera happy birthday successfully, which was the main thing.The flight from Seattle to Sacramento was alright. I wasn’t lucky enough to be sitting next to an emptyseat, like I was on the two flights between Toronto and Seattle, but my seatmates were quiet and the dude next tothe aisle let me go to the john without much complaining, so I had no grumbling to do. I believe I finished Cryo-
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