Flights that function
I left Saskatoon on Sunday, August 15. I was originally meant to leave on July 28, but felt the need for a couple more weeks of clean, cool air. Anyway, I am not a big fan of Air Canada's customer service on the phone. After 20-40 minutes of being on hold, you can finally get through to talk to someone, and after only two calls, my flight was changed, but I had to make a third call to get my confirmation of itinerary and receipt for the $100 change fee.
We arrived at the airport at 12:30 on Sunday for my 2:05pm flight, to discover that the flight had been delayed until around 3:00pm, so after checking in, we went back to Mom's to hang out on the lawn and eat some snacks. I went back to the airport around 2:30, and the flight was further delayed. No problem, I drank a hot chocolate from the machine, made several trips to the washroom, drank water, and observed the body builders who had been in Saskatoon for the Exhibition. All that muscle is really quite fascinating to look at.
On the flight, I was also seated in the emergency exit row, which meant extra leg room. Although I am short, those Air Canada domestic planes are pretty small, and I was glad for the extra space. I got a copy of the Globe and Mail from the nice flight attendant, and that kept me busy pretty much the whole way to Toronto.I ate pad thai for dinner in the airport, then bought the new Margaret Atwood and Yann Martel books (Year of the Flood and Beatrice and Virgil). We left Toronto just a little behind schedule, and I was fortunate to be able to maintain my aisle seat. Since I travel alone, I often get bumped so that people can be seated together. This often means giving up an aisle seat, and usually entails sitting next to a big dude, which is really uncomfortable, since big people take up a little of my already small space. The guy next to me was good- he was talkative without being annoying. I was able to finish reading Small Wonder by Barbara Kingsolver and start Year of the Flood. That was good.
I ended up staying in Heathrow during my layover. Originally, I was to have 8.5 hours in London, but due to the Saskatoon flight being delayed, I had a later flight from TO, thus reducing my London time to 4.5 hours. I was completely exhausted anyway, since I had barely slept on the flight. I wandered around for awhile before I found a place to lay down and sleep for awhile, then ate some soup and headed over to my gate for my flight to Beirut. I was seated on the window side, next to an older woman. I noticed the flight was not very full, so after the drink cart came around, I excused myself to a row where I had 4 seats all to myself, so I was able to lounge out and read and sleep. It was great.
And that brings me back to Beirut...it's hot and humid, but the food is almost always awesome, and what more can you really ask for?
We arrived at the airport at 12:30 on Sunday for my 2:05pm flight, to discover that the flight had been delayed until around 3:00pm, so after checking in, we went back to Mom's to hang out on the lawn and eat some snacks. I went back to the airport around 2:30, and the flight was further delayed. No problem, I drank a hot chocolate from the machine, made several trips to the washroom, drank water, and observed the body builders who had been in Saskatoon for the Exhibition. All that muscle is really quite fascinating to look at.
On the flight, I was also seated in the emergency exit row, which meant extra leg room. Although I am short, those Air Canada domestic planes are pretty small, and I was glad for the extra space. I got a copy of the Globe and Mail from the nice flight attendant, and that kept me busy pretty much the whole way to Toronto.I ate pad thai for dinner in the airport, then bought the new Margaret Atwood and Yann Martel books (Year of the Flood and Beatrice and Virgil). We left Toronto just a little behind schedule, and I was fortunate to be able to maintain my aisle seat. Since I travel alone, I often get bumped so that people can be seated together. This often means giving up an aisle seat, and usually entails sitting next to a big dude, which is really uncomfortable, since big people take up a little of my already small space. The guy next to me was good- he was talkative without being annoying. I was able to finish reading Small Wonder by Barbara Kingsolver and start Year of the Flood. That was good.
I ended up staying in Heathrow during my layover. Originally, I was to have 8.5 hours in London, but due to the Saskatoon flight being delayed, I had a later flight from TO, thus reducing my London time to 4.5 hours. I was completely exhausted anyway, since I had barely slept on the flight. I wandered around for awhile before I found a place to lay down and sleep for awhile, then ate some soup and headed over to my gate for my flight to Beirut. I was seated on the window side, next to an older woman. I noticed the flight was not very full, so after the drink cart came around, I excused myself to a row where I had 4 seats all to myself, so I was able to lounge out and read and sleep. It was great.
And that brings me back to Beirut...it's hot and humid, but the food is almost always awesome, and what more can you really ask for?
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