Kimpton Road might sound boring, but it’s practically glued to the terminal. You can roll out of bed, stumble five minutes, and be at departures—no shuttle drama. If you’ve ever missed a flight because the hotel bus driver took a “shortcut” through a field, you’ll feel this.
And yet, it’s quiet. Like, weirdly quiet for an airport hotel. I half-expected jet engines to serenade me to sleep, but nope. Just the gentle hum of a vending machine. (Side note: is there anything more comforting than the glow of a vending machine at 2 AM? I think not.)
