Day 1

I left Cape Town on a cold rainy day (she was crying tears of sadness that Sanderson was leaving her) which was probably a blessing in disguise. Had it been sunny it would have been easier for me to see the exit doors and try to run out of them and back to Camps Bay beach, screaming and hands flailing all the way. I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried some more when I left. In fact, I cried all the way to Dubai. Impressive, considering it's a seven hour flight.

It was strange when I arrived at Cape Town airport. My Canadian fighter friend, Miss K, took me to the airport. We parked. A trolley appeared in front of us. We went to the lifts. The doors opened as we arrived. We entered international departures and had to take the lift up to check-in. The doors to the lift opened as we arrived once again. We exited the lift to find the Dubai check in desk right in front of us. My check in took approximately 45 seconds. I figure, all in, it took about 5 minutes.

The Dubai - Toronto leg was a hellish 14.5 hours. I watched cartoons (Ice Age, Incredibles etc) for the first half and then listened to Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac repeatedly for approximately three hours before landing. Toronto was nice to me on landing - it was a balmy 15 degrees. Nice! And my dad was even nicer - he brought a nice bottle of Graham Beck for me to drink in the car. I guzzled half that puppy in about 15 kms on the highway. I went from the airport to my 4 yr old nephew's hockey game, froze my *ss off in the rink, went to the Prez's place (where I am now staying), had dinner, then passed out fully clothed on the bed.