Awaking on the last morning of a multi-month holiday, there is definitely a bittersweet feeling. On one hand it is sad that your trip is coming to a close, but on the other, it's nice to be going home to your own bed and not having to pack and unpack every other day.
|Thank God for English...cause I have no idea what that other stuff says!|
Since our flight from Hong Kong to Vancouver was not scheduled to depart until around dinner time, we had a few hours to kill. Colleen and I decided to take our hotel's complimentary shuttle into the central part of the city. Due to the insane traffic, this relatively short trip took north of an hour, thus limiting our time to play tourists. After strolling around the harbor for a bit, we headed to one of the nearby plentiful shopping malls to find me some pants and shoes for the flight. Now why would I need new pants and shoes for a flight you ask? Answer: Because I was travelling standby on Air Canada, and as the son of an employee I was required to dress somewhat nice. Momma said flip flops, a wife beater, and surf shorts were a no go. We figured this would be an easy task as Hong Kong is famous for its cheap shopping. Boy were we wrong! Every store we checked out was uber-expensive and because of my new found "vacation belly" I could find not a pair of pants to fit me if my life depended on it. Damn small and skinny Chinese people! Eventually we were able to find some dress shoes, but after a solid hunt, it appeared we were striking out on the pants. The most common size pants everywhere were 28 and 30, and all I will say is that I was nowhere near that in the waist department! In the end I made the executive decision to just wear my jeans, which ended up being fine as they weren't overly strict on the dress code.
|Damn filthy-ass Hong Kong pigeons!|
After grabbing some lunch at the Spaghetti House, Colleen and I headed back to the hotel, packed our stuff up for the last time and grabbed a cab to the airport. Just a warning: if you don't like walking, avoid the Hong Kong airport! It is quite simply the most massive airport in the history of airports!
|We're coming home!|
The twelve hour flight to Vancouver was pretty uneventful, although I did manage to catch up on some movies (Argo and Lincoln) ahead of the Oscars which were scheduled to air the next night.
Arriving in Vancouver, Colleen and I said our goodbyes as she was catching a Greyhound bus back to Kamloops for a couple of weeks before returning to Inuvik. I on the other hand had to get to Toronto. There was only one problem: since I was travelling standby and all of the flights to Toronto were sold out, I was forced to catch a flight to Montreal where I would hopefully be able to connect to Toronto the next morning. Thankfully I was able to get on a late night flight to Montreal, and would have to tough it out at the airport there until the morning flights to Toronto. I spent the night
attempting to sleep in a wheelchair, which let me just say is not the most fun
after you've been in transit for over thirty hours. I was able to get on a 7am flight to Toronto
and I must say I have never been happier to see my childhood bed! After 38 hours in transit (with almost no
sleep) and a couple of months away from home, it felt good to be back on Canadian soil!
Now it was time to face the music in a couple of days and fly back to Inuvik, -40°C temperatures, no apartment, and work. Yeah, come to think of it, I was missing Asia already! Fuck this winter stuff!
~Brentski~ ****THE END****Thank you to everyone who read any parts of the "Asia" blog series. I realize I was publishing these accounts well after the fact, but last year was a very busy one for me so it was hard to find the time and motivation (I'm not so busy now as some of you may have heard!). Thanks again, and stay tuned for more!