Universal Orlando

Have just spent three days at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida.  Lucky it was only a brief visit, because I don't have the stamina for theme parks.

That place is packed full of big mobs of people - mainly Americans and loud, shrill South Americans teenage tour groups with matching pink, yellow, red, blue or green backpacks - oh no, it's the backpacks!  These girls don't do quiet.  What's so fucking hard about being quiet for five seconds?

Due to Florida's unfortunate geography, it's also jalepino hot and more humid than a sauna. And just when you think the weather has reached its peak in grossness it starts raining and ligthning all over the place, so you have to put on your plastic poncho in the 30 degree sauna.  But it's awesome, providing rollercoasters, hotdogs, old Hollywood and Harry Potter are your thing.

Too tired to blog about the awesomeness of Universal tonight - it's past midnight and I've spent the last hour trying to get Qantas to send me my luggage, which they lost somewhere between Canberra - Sydney - Los Angeles four days ago.

The idiots have now found it, and sent it to LAX, but apparently it's all too difficult to put it on a plane to me.  FFS.  How is this company such a popular airline?  Their customer service is appalling after they lose your stuff - or "delayed" and "late" luggage as Qantas prefer to call it.