Starving on the Greyhound…

From when I wrote last time, the plane continued onwards, passing just south of Greenland before beginning its descent just a little after Montreal. I don’t know what’s gotten into Air Canada but they were in some monster rush to get us down on time, and that’s exactly what happened – about an hour earlier than scheduled, we were on the ground and in my case at least, planning what to say to immigration to pacify being here twice... Read More

Dublin – 1,490 Miles East, Ottawa – 1,585 Miles South-West…

According to my little seatback screen, I’m writing this from somewhere more towards the American side of the Atlantic, than the European, while speeding along nicely at about 578mph – the beer tastes pretty good too. Things went a little pear-shaped this morning. To start with, it was up at 7am to see Anna off the premises; due to the borderline OCD nature of her fellow apartment residents, every door has to be locked upon leaving (and they... Read More