and they were greatly exceeded. The horror stories had conjured up an image of free-roving mutants in search of cheap fuel. No, wait, that was Mad Max. Anyway, it’s clean, bright, quiet and bereft of stupid security tapes blaring warnings to the clueless. It’s also huuuge. The hike to baggage claim felt like it would be measured in miles, but distracting me from this is the undergound passageway – it rocks.