Good Morning world!!! Well, here we are again, have you missed me?! Well, if you are a faithful follower returning for more of my travelling ramblings, it's great to have you back. But if you are knew to this, then come on in, buckle up and enjoy the ride!! Lol!
So, my next big fat adventure has begun. As I said before, not quite a big and fat as some of the others, but big enough and 3 weeks in Beautiful Canada with a little bit of the good old US of A thrown in.
As always I shall start at the beginning, with the journey. A mere 7.5 hours, what could I possibly find to write about.....
After a very early 4am start Heathrow Terminal 2 greeted me in the early morning light, The Queens Terminal no less. As you know I can waffle so I will keep it fairly brief (famous last words) but this about sums up my journey through the airport, the flight and my arrival at my first destination - Toronto.
I swapped my usual fry up and pint in favour of a glass of Champagne (well it was 7.05am so why not darling!). Boarded the plane to the serenade of a screaming child, we were delayed by an hour as the had to 'disembark' a passenger and all their belongings, and then an 'independent security firm' had to be deployed to ensure they hadn't forgotten anything....sweet Jesus. That done, the earphone were given out - they were not ear shaped. There was a distinct French feel (no surprise) but there was a lot of French. The life jacket was not under the seat, it was beside it IN A BOX! Must be the French way.....
After calming my initial fear in not being able to touch it (you know what I mean if you know me!) and an hour on the tarmac with the screaming child, a very fidgety passenger in front of me doing something extremely suspicious with his arm and a rather odd sound as El Capitano fired up the engines (I just kept thinking Final Destination, Final Destination and I don't mean MY final destination of Toronto) we took off on my first flight with Air Canada.
There followed some interesting if not somewhat late, inflight service with a particularly stroppy stewardess who was not helped by the fact that a load of people swapped seats, so when their pre-ordered and seat specific vegan dinner turned up and was served to the poor unsuspecting carnivore in that seat, there was much tutting and eye rolling whilst trying to explain the farce with passengers whose first and second language was neither English nor indeed French. Mange tout, mange tout, non petit filous....
Other highlight included the man with the bag of sick standing next to my seat from previously mentioned screaming child, waiting patiently to hand it to the stroppy stewardess, getting extra pretzels, the bread roll shaped like a turd (I shit you not, excuse the pun), watching Night at the Museum 3 with Downton's Matthew Crawley as the lush Sir Lancelot and blubbing my heart out at the end, knowing I can watch Paddington on the return leg, a fair bit of leg room and an empty seat beside me, getting two wraps when they finally came round with some more food and having to reconsider my 'never follow a fat sweaty bloke into a port / airplane toilet' after hearing the one I was waiting for flush 3 times. Oh and then landing. Always a bonus!
Watch out Canada, the Maysey has arrived!!!!
All that remained was to collect my newly acquired bag, which I waited patiently for with 300 other not so patient people, watching them squabble, push and shove and argue for the hour it took for our bags to arrive. All upside down, for reasons I cannot explain. I was just grateful that mine came out unscathed, unlike some of the others I spied spilling their unidentifiable contents on the conveyor.....
So all that remained was to get to my hotel and begin my adventure.....I shall leave that for the next post, you may need a coffee after this first one! But be warned it won't be far behind, I'm on a roll!!
TTFN.....
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