Saturday, October 3, 2009

St. John's

Well I finally made it to St. John's, Newfoundland after a very long and very frustrating day. Spending an entire day in airports is not my idea of a good time. And Ottawa isn't exactly the kind of place where you imagine getting fogged in.
And just for the record, I'm all for getting ID'ed at the liquor store, but when the Air Canada rep calls me Sweetie and asks if I'm traveling alone, I'm starting to question what is happening here.
My flight eventually made it out, albeit four hours later and I sure did miss my connection flight by about two hours. No problem, I'll just spend two billion more hours killing time in the Toronto airport.
The beacon of light through all of this was that on both flights I ended up sitting beside some very friendly people, Dan from Windsor on the first and Tom from St. John's on the second. Both had interesting stories to tell and although I usually shy away from having to make small talk with strangers, after a day in airport hell I was eager to have some human interaction that extended beyond pretending not to stare at weird strangers.
I finally arrived in St. John's, happy as a clam to be here, but I guess my luggage had other thoughts, it apparently wasn't ready to make the cross-province journey.
Add pouring rain and shitty directions to the hotel to the list, and you'll figure out how my day ended.

But I'm here now, and I'm sure things will be turning around! My day of conferences is about to begin, followed by a banquet dinner and something called being "Screeched In" which involves everyone's least favorite booze, so I'm sure I will have stories to tell.
More to come soon!


  1. That sounds like one arduous trip! I hope it improves!
    I love the brightly coloured houses on the east coast. Much more interesting than the neverending Minto complexes in beige that is abundant here in Ottawa.

  2. The houses look like Ireland. Have a great trip. xo Raud