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Journeys


            Okay, I'm in a big tin can at about 30,000 feet in the air and all I can see is water, water water everywhere and not a drop to drink, hang on a minute, there is the air steward with a jug of water and a cup. So, for six hours water is all I can see, great stuff. The in-flight movies are never any good and if you are short sighted then its perfect; there is a tidgy screen in front of you but if you are long sighted then you are in trouble. It doesn't matter anyway; you spend most of your time trying to open those dam tiny packets of peanuts and the rest of the time contemplating if the airline food is in actual fact, food. Ah now it get interesting, I can see land, granted for two more hours it would just happen to be bare land, one tree every fifteen minuets to keep the excitement going. If anybody's interested this bare land is called Newfoundland but the natives pronounce it Nufundlund. I met somebody from Newfoundland once, she was very peculiar, its like going back in time to the 50's, the dress sense, the mannerisms and the general old fashioned style of the 1950's, one of the many interesting people I have met over my brief existence. Anyway, by this time I have lost all my feeling in my legs and am probably about to collapse due to DVT. Finally we land, I have arrived, Toronto airport, Ontario, Canada.
             As I am British the first thing I am bound to comment on is the weather, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. It's humid, it's hot, I'm sweaty, I'm now short of breath, It's either a scorching day and I am immensely tired from carrying my eight tonne suitcase or I am having a heart attack. Well, I really do love this country, all the Canadians have one of the most euphonic accent I have ever heard, and don't for one minuet try to suggest that it is exactly the same as the American accent because they would be highly offended. In the summer months the days are perfect, blue sky, hot sunny sun, ah, the bliss! Another thing about the Canadians is that they are all really polite and they are nearly always smiling.


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