We are overweight, Well, the luggage is. Almost every piece of it. But thanks to the gentle guys at the Delta checkin we don’t have to buy the excess kilos and can head to Atlanta! For those that have never taken this trip: It takes about three boring Hollywood movies, 3 cups of semi-transparent coffee and several desperate attempts to sleep during the middle of the day to get there. In other words: It’s a ten hours flight. We were lucky enough to take over the remaining empty seats so we could at least stretch out our legs.

Our three hour stopover in Atlanta started smoothly and our overweight luggage was already awaiting us. Now the Atlanta airport is interesting and probably has a unique way of dealing with stopover luggage. You grab your stuff and move it down the hallway. That’s it. You’re supposed to just leave it behind and hope for the best.

The best that could happen for us after that experience was the huge variety of fast food to choose from. Much to Steffis disappointment Atlanta definitely lacks a Taco Bell so it had to be a Whopper. Much to Patricks disappointment the term “fast food” at this very franchise seemed to be of totally different meaning than he had expected.

Now, how’s the chance of running into a guy wearing a Gibbon-Slackline-Shirt in the departure area of Atlanta Airport? Well, that chance rises enormously when you send an international team of Slackliners on such a mission. And that explains why all of a sudden Freddy jumped at the tall guy who was on his way to the restrooms. And guess what, it was Nick who had been sitting around in Atlanta as well, waiting for the connecting flight to Denver. So finally the European part of the crew was complete and Nick was completely speechless after being attacked by a blonde rastafarian.

The flight to Denver was another three hours, we passed another time zone and arrived shortly after we had left. Checkout was easy and finally we were picked up by Robert, Ricardo and Gary. They took us not-so-fresh-anymore Gibbons to the Courtyard Hotel near Boulder where we had “breakfast” - at least in our time zone - almost 24 hours after our departure from Stuttgart.