I managed to survive the haul across the country to the beautiful Van Isle. Anyone who knows me knows that I cant enter an airport and leave unharmed, or with some sort of bad thing happening. This trip was no exception.
The flight from Charlottetown at 5 am went well, Of course being on PEI my mom somehow knew the person at at the Air Canada desk so the $70 bike fee didn't apply that day. The problem came in Montreal to Calgary, somehow it took and extra hour and a half than expected. I then missed my connection and had to wait at the Calgary airport for a good 4 extra hours. All this extra time gave me the opportunity to read the same bike magazines over and over.....from 4 different airports all across the country. It made me wonder, who actually buys porno mags at an airport? I would feel really weird if I was sitting next to someone reading a porno for 5 hours. Maybe, its just me.
Then, the "new" flight was and hour late of as well, which made me barely make it to me re-directed flight to Van Isle, only with 10 minutes before the plane took off.
I finally made it to Comox, a mere 6 hours later than usual, but on the plus side, my luggage made, which makes it about 2/10 for me. Bonus.
My new home with the angriest man on the face of the earth Andrew B, and his lovely wife Mireille can only be described as the perfect training set up. I have my own room, bathroom, and have managed to steal 2 meals off Andrew so far. Sweet.
(to hell with cycling, I need to join the BC golf team)
A nice 10 degrees
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