9 1/2 hour flight from London to Vancouver. I didn’t end up with first class this time but I did get business class so that’s good for the leg room that I don’t really need and a free news paper with my choice of contries that have crossword puzzles that I’m no good at.
it sort of messes with my brain that my flight left London at 11am and got into Vancouver at 12:30pm. It looks like a 1.5 hour trip but I crossed 8 time zones and got a major headache. Customs was easy except for hte gumpy lady looking at passports who was super slow and didn’t ask me any questions, just scanned my passport and stamped it. On the plane I realized that the only things i brought back were candy and Doctor Who related stuff for Paul.
Met Paul at the airport… in the bar and had a glorious Northwest hopped ale. We tried to do the crossword puzzle but just ended up talking. We came home and I showed him zines and photos and then we were off to our bed. It is so nice to not be sleeping in a sleeping bag and to sleep next to a warm body.
This morning I am up early and not sure of what to conquer first: Surmoutning mail pile, jungle of a yard, a few e-mails that I’ll have to really think to answer, or just lay in bed a little longer and feel situated in my room again. Anyway, I’m glad to be home. i’ll tell more stories of my adventures later.