Once we manage to disembark and actually hit the streets, Dinky has the Pamphlet for the Hotel floating open in front of herself, leading the charge, reading the address and following the streets. Derpy is right behind her, wheeling one of her cases with her wing; I'd offered to take the other one, and was walking on Derpy's other side, my bag comfortably slung on my back, the second case of luggage tucked under my arm.