The Flight and Bus Ride to Mass-O

So once I abandonned my family on the other side of the impassable emtal detector machine, I waved some more and made my way to my gate. It was not that hard since The London International Airport has only 4 gates, all within a stones throw, nevermind, a stones toss away from eachother. I went about trying to find a song to listen to. It turned out to Montreal Calling by Moblie. How appropriate. And as the song started they called my flight to board. Sweet deal. No less than 10 minutes in the airport and I`m already boarding my plane. So I make my way out to the plane and low and behole my Air Canada Jazz flight is smaller than my dads tractor-trailer. This should be interesting.

I walked up the stairs to the mini-plane, and found my seat. It was not that hard considering there were only 2 rows of 2. Perfect. I had this lady who looked to be Hindu, or Arabic sit beside and I was like cool someone to talk to! Then she switched to an empty seat to sit next to her friend. What a poo face. So I sat alone looking at the amzing view because it was a cloudless day. I have pictures. I just have to figure out how to get them on here. They might be coming at a later date.

So, you cannot have listening devices on while the sircraft is taking off and landing, and it seemed rude to be distracted while I was being told how to save myself in case of emergency, so I did not end up using my ipod at all. Pooey. And to boot as soon as I was served water, the seatbelt sign came on...we were landing. Just great I had to down my water or else waste perfect clarity, which is very much unlike me.

The scariest part of my flight was the fact that the plane shook violently everytime we entered clouds, which became frequent in the Toronto area. I thought I would die, but I had complete confidence in the pilot and we made it through. Thank you Air Canada pilot whom I do not know.

When I got to the Toronto airport I went up and escalator around a corner, then another and walked a long way to my next gate, which thankfully was in the same place that my other plane landed. Youpi! I waited there for about 40 minutes, went to the bathroom to pee and fix my hair which was not agreeing with my earlier plans of no frizz. So, ponytail in place, I waited some more and then boarded a larger plane with 3 rows of 2-3-2. I had an aisle seat on this flight (Did I mention that my seat on my earlier flight was a window seat...cause I meant to. It was pretty sweet.) I got stuck next to a non-talker\sleeper so no conversation there either. Oh man. So I eventually fell asleep. And woke up when they were serving pretzels and beverages. I had another water and ate my pretzels gratefully forgetting about my snacks that were occupying my purse. And again shortly after that we were landing. When in Montreal I waited ever so un-patiently for my bags and took them over to Marie-Eve and Sarah, the Katimavik greeters. Hooray! I was there!

A short phone call to my dad saying that I was alive (mostly for my moms sake) and then the wait. I hate waiting so it was the longest day of my life. My plane was early so I got to the airport at maybe 5 ish...not actually sure, and we had to wait until 7:00 for the rest of the people to arrive. And then, one the planes was late so we waited for them, said goodbye to the other cluster that was leaving Mass-Orientation, and waited some more. When our bus finally arrived at like 8:30 we gladly climbed aboard. I sat beside Stephan, from Paisley ON and had convos with the two people in front of me, Rebekah from New Brunswick and Alex, who I mentioned in earlier posts as the clown. Yup I was right. We talked about what kind of parties we could have. He said a cranberry party would be fun, where you only drink cranberry juice. Nope, we laughed and decided that it was so boring. And laughed some more. Then we said that it would be really mean if you filled the Sahara desert with something (I cannot reme,ebr which sucks ) and then make it so that all you have to walk to is a museum which costs 100 dollars admission. When you get inside you find out that its a museum of corn. Then the conversation turned into how you would build a plane of corn and eat it if you have to. And on top of that when we got to Mass-O, we were talked to until 10:30 and did not get supper. :( Then the people running it found out and brought out bread and peanut butter. Yay! :) Peanut butter!

That is pretty much for that topic. Again people want to use the computer so I have to wrap up. Love you and miss you!