It's Always Sunny on a Plane

I have been in Toronto since Thursday now.

The trip over was always going to be challenging as I was flying from London to Frankfurt then Toronto, because it's cheaper that way.

The taxi picked me up at 4:15 am, and I arrived at Heathrow half an hour later- it's amazing how quickly one can travel around London when there's no traffic!

I spent about 45 minutes in the check-in queue, it was insane. The amount of people up and about at that hour was disturbing.

The flight to Frankfurt was pleasant and uneventful. I saw the sunrise as we flew. The clouds looked like cotton, all thick and fluffy below us, and the sun rose ahead, brilliantly red/pink/orange.

Frankfurt airport is stupid. It's poorly marked, with no indication how one gets from point A to point B or even Departure screens to check status. There was also a distinct lack of staff to help passengers out. I had to ask a girl selling bread for directions. It seemed to got that a lot. To get to point B I had to go up some escalotors and then take a mini-train thing to another terminal; ther was no signage anywhere explaining this. Fucktards.

The flight to Toronto sucked. I had the absolute worst seat in the house, in the middle by the toilets (ugh, smell and slamming doors for 8 hours), and about a foot away from the movie screen so that I had whiplash by the end. SCREEN. This is the fisrt flight I've taken in about 6 years that doesn't have individual screens and entertainment sets on each seat. They also didn't have me down as a vegetarian so I was fed half an hour after everyone else was, a they had to track down a meal for me.

After landing the first thing I did was go to Tim Horton's and get a coffee and honey glaze donought. That was the bomb. How can donoughts be so good??

My mom couldn't find the car in the car park at the Airport. We started to panic because the dog was in there. I kept asking if she had the right floor, but she insisted she did. It transpired that we were on the wrong level.

It had started to snow a few minutes before the plane landed and by the time I came out customs (long, long, queues, like they were ill-prepared for planes full of people arrving from abroad or something)several cms had accumulated. I wasn't impressed. It took ages to get home.

I didn't do much on Thursday. I was shattered. I went to bed at 10pm (at which point I'd been awake for 23 1/2 hours), and missed seeing my sister get home from work. Fortunately, my dad left work early and caught me while I was vaguely awake.