There is something fabulously surreal about getting on a plane and flying somewhere else. A vast distance can be traveled in a comparatively short amount of time, against the other modes of transport.
Crazily enough, I planned what became essentially a three day trip to southern Ontario. I left home at 3:30 pm on Thursday. Caught a flight at 4 to Calgary, then a flight to Toronto at 6, to arrive at midnight. Picked up a rental car (2005 Ford Mustang GT) and drove to Kitchener. Stayed up until sometime after 5 am. Got up at 11 am, then hung out all day with various friends until nearly 2 am Saturday morning. I got up around 7 am to drive down the 401 to Woodstock to get breakfast with my sister. By 1 pm I was on my way again to Burlington for a 3 pm wedding. 4:30 pm dinner. 8 pm after dinner party. 11 pm leave that to drive to Kingston. Arrive around 2:30 am Sunday morning. The sun was shining in the windoe of the bedroom so brightly that I was quite awake by 8:30 am. Hung out in Kingston for the day. Stayed up until after midnight. Got up again at 6 am to leave for 7 am to drive the 401 again, to get to YYZ for my flight home. For which I am waiting in terminal 1 while sipping the usual sleeved triple grandé caramel machiatto thumbing on the BlackBerry because for some reason I cannot locate a hotspot by which to connect to the internet.
Now, I am slightly too exhausted to figure out how much I did not sleep. So could someone please figure it out for me and let me know.
About that Mustang. There is something awesome involved with renting a fast car and then driving it fast. Yeah, sure, I just spent about $110 in gas, on top of the $300 rental, but it was totally worth it. And that Mustang from the same company the has cursed us all with the Pinto, the Zephyr, the Escort, the Taurus, and evently the Focus. Come to think of it, I'm not much of a fan of Ford at all. But damn! I'm converted after that Mustang. 0 to 160 with little effort. Leather seats. A kicking sound system. And 8 rambunctious cylinders under that long hood. Not to mention all the compliments I got for my hot [rental] car. This morning driving from Kingston to Toronto, just past Napanee I got in a pack of three or four cars, and we cruised along at an average velocity of 150 km/h until about Whitby. After that, 120 felt like crawling. Best yet, the rental company sells a tank of fuel on prepayment for $0.92 / litre. The average prices I saw were $1.04 (and up). I figured out how much fuel I would need to get here, and I was successful at returning the car with just under an eighth of a tank. The needle on the fuel gauge was a needle width away from empty! Obviously, the ideal would have been the fuel low alarm blinking and beeping just as I go to park the car, but I didn't want to push my fortune that far. I likely didn't set any records, but my time on the 401 from Kingston's Gardiner Road exit to the express lanes in Scarborough was 1 hour 40 minutes, including a stop for fuel in Napanee.
Not having had breakfast or Tim's, I thought I would buy something to eat waiting here in the terminal for my flight. A small sandwhich (small being a word that is a bit top large for that sandwhich) and a 700 ml water was going to cost $11.81.
OMF!!!
I thought the attendant was adding up something wrong, or that I misunderstood her accent.
Nope!
$11.81
I would rather be slightly hungry.
I bought a chocolate bar at another store instead.
These were just facts and figures of my trip. I will definitely be posting more about the personal details later...when I'm not so tired...and my thumb callouses have cooled off.
And my flight is beginning to board.
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