Airports are funny places... They are like their own, peculiarly idiosyncratic villages, with shops, strangely dressed inhabitants, and unusual machines servicing the aircraft. The inhabitants have name-badges -- they are somebody -- while we travellers feel like interlopers, homeless people wandering, confused, until we find our way to exit.
The 'plane is a Boeing 777, and the seating arrangement feels better than the old 747: there are three banks of three seats, so you're only ever one seat away from the aisle. We have just been served lunch, and it didn't taste a bit like aircraft food... maybe the hot breakfast will be different, with the food having been inn storage much longer, then (re-)heated. We shall see.
Still running on Eastern Australian Time, but Vancouver is 17 hours behind us. As I write it is midday Aussie time but 7pm yesterday in British Columbia.
Being Air Canada, announcements are in both French and English, but they change the order each time -- just to keep things in balance, eh?
So funny how they alternate the French and English... yes very balanced!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you homeless airport people made it there safely.