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Heading Home !
... some Chinese food (good choice Aaron) - we hit the sack for some shut-eye - but both Deb and I looked at each other with a little disappointment as the room wasn't moving and the sound of clickity-clack seemed to have disappeared.
After we drove Aaron to the GO train Monday am we headed east along Highway 7A to Tweed, Ontario to visit our friends Jim and Cathy at their new abode. After six long years it was great to get ...
OMG ICELAND
... greek, (we will verify this hypothesis in a couple weeks) but it was magical. <3
We went through security and walked around taking our last glimpses of pure canadian culture, (namely Tim Hortons) and now we're waiting to board. It's so weird because we're leaving at bedtime and about 5 hours later it will be 7am in Iceland. So tonight' will go by super fast!
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On the road again!
Well I'm hanging out at the departure gate in Pearson... I feel like it's been a while, but there's an odd comfort to airports that I really enjoy. I've decided to attempt to write a blog for this trip and I hope I'm atleast partly successful, although it's going to be a little bit busy so we'll have to see! Since I left of my blogging days last year I've moved into a new job that amazingly sends me around the world to recruit students to our program in Guelph. I hit ...
Let the train take the strain
... pumping through the lobby. We're lucky enough to be spending three nights in this fine establishment as the gig is tomorrow but we have to stay over the Saturday night aswell to get the cheaper transatlantic air-fare. So I take the time to unpack properly and freshen up before meeting Rod, the manager and Paul downstairs. Also joining us are Dave who used to work for the band but relocated to Toronto three years ago and my old mucker and recent ...
I Don't Do Bins
... s Pie In The Sky again, anything to avoid the rain.
As I walked around the market in the sporadic dry spells I gathered a few fruit bargains before being approached by a man with a CD calling me a 'cutie pie,’ needless to say I didn’t stop for the cheesy stranger and carried on my way uttering something about my hands being full and so unable to take his music.
The reggae man was the only person to approach me today, ...