Getting to Canada

Sarah gave me a lift to the airport. It felt very strange to say goodbye to her and set off through security by myself.
Dropping off the bike proved very straightforward - because it was oversized we were ushered to a special desk and escorted through in minutes


About ten minutes after boarding the plane - in row 75D near the back, one of the stewards asked if I was Mr Hobson. I said I was (I’m not a great liar at the best of times and did not think it was a good time to test that particular skill). He asked me to come with him.

Compliant being my middle name I jumped up and followed him - all the way to BUSINESS CLASS - oh yes all those dreams of leg room and free champagne came true!

Thank you BA!

The flight went brilliantly- I smiled for 10 hours straight. Jaw aches a bit....

On arrival at Vancouver put bike together in the airport baggage reclaim area then cycled into Vancouver - 15 miles

Met up with Simon my cycling buddy who set off from home a few days ago.

We joined another teacher from UK (Mike) who is sharing our youth hostel dorm (apparently you don’t need to be young to stay in a youth hostel) for a meal then went to bed - 11pm local time, 7am my time.

Comments

  1. Interlockdigital23 July 2018 at 00:05

    Good stuff.... was wondering how you were getting from the airport to the city :-)

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  2. Unknown23 July 2018 at 07:38

    Safe travels Tris + Robert & Samson, Jonkoping, Sweden

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