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Welcome to Canada

1 August, 2010

Ah, international travel. The early starts, the official encounters, queues, delays, stickers, corridors, security, occasional chaos and bewilderment, Tensabarriers, announcements, forgetting which city you are in, offering the wrong currency for your lunch, and is this really lunch anyway? Not that it really matters in airports where the time is just another number.

Due to an unexpected refuelling stop, we missed our connecting flight. Much queueing later…

Air Canada desk guy: “Ok, I’ve booked you onto the next flight, you’d better run to the gate. You can send me champagne later…”

Champagne? Huh?

…oooh πŸ˜€

Executive class is the way to fly. Instead of bringing you food, they take your order. Food* is served on actual plates, wine in a glass, tea in a teacup. The cookies are freshly baked, the seats are big and comfy, and I’m not going to enjoy flying Economy class any more πŸ˜‰

And on reaching the apartment we ran out to the balcony for an 11th storey view of Vancouver’s annual firework competition. Sometimes life is just awesome.


* to my great disappointment, I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t actually get to try the food. I am assured that it was excellent πŸ˜€

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2 comments

  1. Apart from the lack-of appetite, I am very Jealous!

    I am also confused, Canada… is not America… isn’t Burning Man in America?


    • This is Part 1 of my Epic Six Week Trip* πŸ˜€ I’m crashing in Charlie’s apartment in Vancouver while he’s working here, then in three weeks we’re off to SF and then the Nevada desert πŸ˜€

      * the nature of this trip varies depending on who’s asking. Immigration = “holiday”, supervisor = “work”, truth = somewhere in between πŸ˜‰



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