Hi all. I’ve been asked to kick off the blog again, even though this trip is all about being with Kirsty for the birth of baby XX. I can’t promise a blog every day, but here’s a summary of our first few days for those who are interested.
We must have been starved for good songs back in the early 70’s. I remember, like many others, singing along to “♪L A International Airport – where the big jet engines roar ♪..”. It always sounded so glamorous, all that stuff about silver wings and friendly skies. Well, the good news is that LAX is much the same today as it was when the song took the world by storm in 1971. The bad news is – well – the same as the good news.
It’s our last day in Canada. It’s Saturday, the sun is shining and the day promises to be hot again. Our flight isn’t until late afternoon so we haven’t actually started packing yet – plenty of time for that later.
I like breakfast. It’s our antepenultimate morning (you know, the one before the one before the last one) in Canada so maybe it’s time for something exciting! I’m thinking about the maple breakfast Panini I’ve seen advertised at Tim Horton’s.
I always have trouble with tipping. Not trouble with the concept …no, my trouble is knowing when to tip and how much.
It’s hot. Not the heat of an Australian summer, where the sun scorches your skin in an instant and the pavement melts and sticks to your shoes. It’s the kind of heat that creeps around and makes everything stick and cling in all the wrong places.
Like I said, I hate flat packs. I reckon that JYSK/Yisk has some flaxen haired Scandinavian guy called Sven on hand somewhere to assemble the display stock in the store.
“What on earth are you two up to?” “We’re cleaning the house before we leave.” “But, isn’t there a lady who does that after each family leaves?” “Of course! We don’t want the place to be untidy when she comes.”
We are divided between two options today – to drive one hour north to Campbell River, and then take a short ferry ride to Quadra Island, where we might be able to kayak with orcas – or travel about three hours to a beach.
Have you ever been to one of those places that’s just known for one thing? For example, mention Chinchilla and people immediately think of the world melon seed spitting championships.
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