The journey

So... A few days back I wrote a looong post about these same things and it just disappeared. Now that I've finally gotten over the horrendous anger that caused me I'm gonna try again.


Checking in on the flight caused my blood pressure to rise quite a bit. The attendant wasn't sure if I was allowed to come here without either a visa or a return ticket. So I had to wait for her to get her supervisor there and then wait for them to figure it out. Well the outcome was that they allowed me on the flight but they warned me that I "may be refused entry" when I arrived in Canada. Luckily the officer in Toronto just asked me some questions etc but never even hinted that I might need to buy a return ticket or anything.

Some people are afraid of flying, but I actually enjoy it very much. Especially the take offs and landings, which are the hardest part for many people. The feeling is something quite unique... It's like being on a roller coaster plus at the same time feeling like you're as free as a bird. Well that sounded cheesy...
So the flights went well, but I was pretty exhausted when I arrived in Toronto, because for some reason I'm not able to sleep on a plane... Maybe I enjoy it too much haha. So when I got to the customs desk and had to fill out the form my hands were shaking. The guy must've noticed it since he volunteered to fill in the rest of the form for me. Fortunately he must've also guessed that it was due to being tired and not nervous cause I'm a terrorist or something.
I was surprised by how many times they wanted to check me and the form. I had to show it three more times and each time I'd just put it back in my bag so I had to dig it put every time, and in the end the last guy checking it kept it. So that went well.

There might've been a free shuttle to the hotel but I didn't know about it and was too tired to even think about that so I just took an overpriced taxi. The hotel was nice but not as nice as I'd expected since it was a Hilton. But I just watched some TV and went to bed, and at least the King-size bed was really nice. So was the breakfast. Yum yum yum.

I had made a reservation with RobertQ for a minibus-ride from the airport to London. I expected to see some great views etc on the way but the only interesting thing I saw were the signs for an African Lion Safari and a Butterfly Conservatory. And multiple signs for Tim Horton's and Starbucks.

In London I had to take a taxi again since I had no idea how to get from the terminal to my apartment. At least it wasn't as expensive as last time and the driver was really nice and asked questions and told me where we were etc.

I'll make a separate post about the apartment and all that some day in the future.

I can't come up with a good ending sentence so I'll just throw some pics here.

Can someone tell me what those glowing orange roofs are in Iceland

Wanna go for a swim?

The view from my hotel room. Nice cars..........

Packing!

I only started packing today, the day before leaving. But when I moved, I was clever enough to sort my clothes then, which made it a whole lot easier. I had three different categories: the ones that would be going back there with me, the ones that would not, and the ones that I would take with me to Canada. I'm only taking the clothes that I know I'll wear.

In total I'm allowed to take 56 kg of stuff with me (2 x 23kg + 10kg). Noooot planning on exceeding that. At the moment I've packed almost everything and my suitcase is only 17,6kg and backpack like 3kg so no worries!

This is the best ever travel related invention imo! (a bag scale)

Easy peasy pumpkin peasy! A bit blurred but note that I'm holding it up with one hand and taking a picture with the other

I went shopping on Monday and I was looking for a backpack and had a hard time deciding what I wanted so in the end I just bought one that was on sale. Accidentally it's a bit matchy-mathcy with my suitcase... Ooopsie!

I also finally went to the bank today to get some dollars. Well actually I'd gone before but I didn't want spend all day queuing in there... But this time I just had to wait. The bank opened at 10 and I was there at about 10.20. And I left at 11.10. Yay! I guess all the grannies had been waiting outside for the door to be opened... I felt a bit queasy due to not having eaten anything and I couldn't even sit down because I had to let the elderly to rest their brittle bones (no one told me to but that's just how I roll... even though I don't always like it).

That was my line number. And it was number 8's turn when I went in.

It would've been just my luck that after all that waiting they wouldn't have had any CADs but luckily they did... Love the peeking 'hole'!

I still can't really comprehend that tomorrow I'll actually be in Canada... Well maybe I'll realise it on the plane. I don't think I'll have the energy to go to downtown Toronto tomorrow and I'll probably just hang out in the hotel, but we'll see. It takes an hour to get there on public transport and the flight lands at 17.55 so it'd get quite late... But I'll have time to go there later, it's not that far!

Last supper :b

All packed and ready to go!

Aaaaaaaaahahdocdicjöjcweoc we'll see if I get any sleep this night... At least I think I've got everything ready so I won't need to worry. But I'll probably worry anyways. Ohh well, at least I get to relax and take some time to gather my thoughts at the hotel before going to London and moving in on Saturday.