Leg One: Neighbour Dan arrives in his posh Ford Flex hybrid to drive us to airport. Traffic congestion – moderate. Arrival at airport – on time. On-ride conversation: Politics and general grousing about stupid decision to put McKenzie overpass at McTavish (yes, that is the McKenzie overpass, just put in the wrong place – sorry only Victorians will know what I’m talking about here).
Leg Two: First flight to Vancouver delayed; we may not make our connection to Toronto.
Leg Two the second: One flight from Victoria to Vancouver cancelled to mechanical issues. Crowd at Gate 6 searches under seats for pitchforks, farming implements. Finding none, they shrug and line up like Canadians, wearing their sternest frowns of disapproval.
Leg Two the third: Arrive in Vancouver and as per instruction, race to Air Canada service desk to join fray of angry/annoyed/resigned passengers whose trips have taken unexpected turns/delays. Not us. We’re happy that a. no planes have crashed (so far) and that b. I decided to wear athletic gear instead of 3″ heels and dress clothes. Feeling exhilarated from sprinting up staircase.
Leg Two the fourth: Rerouted to Heathrow. Stuck in Vancouver Airport for six hours. Not so bad. Air Canada is buying us lunch and we’re sitting at Monk’s restaurant where a greasy guy with too many beer bottles at his table is staring at me. Has he mistaken me for 24-year-old blond. Not likely. Creepy.
On the plus side: Air Canada staff were delighted to hear my suitcase is lime green – making it much easier for them to find and redirect.
Latest development: We had to switch tables so Dave could plug in his laptop. Am now seated next to creepy staring guy. Stay tuned.
Check out our restaurant review on Monks Grill @ YVR at https://hobonotes.com/dining-recipes/