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A reggeli frissítő futás után indulunk vissza Torontóba
leadni a bérelt autót, hogy majd onnan vonattal és busszal estére eljussunk a
Torontóban ismet mindenki nagyon közvetlen és kedves, a túrazsákkal 40 fokban loholunk, miközben öltönyös emberek veszik fel a tempónkat, hogy megszólítsanak.
The weather was absolutely freezing today. Mostly too cold to ski- just the odd daredevil streaming through misty clouds of ice particles in the extreme distance. Clouds of snow were being whipped up into little, white tornadoes tearing up the huge carparks. Visibility was low, a looming of vague shapes and textures through a painful haze of white. The phone was ringing incessantly as staff struggled to make their shifts on time, or at all. Everyone ...
... of water and some starburst sweets and I am eternally grateful to this person for being far more sensible than I myself am. It was definitely a funny turn, though whether due to general tiredness, traveller stress, poor diet, over-excitement, I don't know. I met up with the others and we went for a late-lunch, early dinner. Huge bowl of pasta and garlic bread and chat with two of my favourite guys perked me up- but not quite enough so I felt up ...
... alas someone was doing something questionable in the bathroom so I went back upstairs for more chat. The discussion now concerned the laws of physical attraction. I said my piece, that I liked older guys, liked charisma, liked men who had character and uniqueness. That it was more attractive to me what a guy said or did, than how he looked or dressed. Give me a man who is rare, does something brave, can teach me something new. Later on just before we fell asleep, my wise ...
... and the pointless stressfulness of its jobs. I am starting to feel like an idiot and I can see this reflected in the faces of my managers; and I want to yell at them that it's not true, that there is just this idiotic version of me here, that I make no sense in this place, but that this is not the best of me, that there are other places I could be better, other things I am destined to do... But what are these things? Yes, I know, I know; to see more, ...