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Thursday October 11, 1990 – Toulouse, France

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I’m here.

A long time ago, back in Vancouver, we woke up at 5:00am. Simon had just got in from whooping it up all night.. I had had a nervous night of strange dreams.

I had a last breakfast of toast + jam and tea, looked around the house, kissed the cats goodbye and left the house.

Corinne, a friend of Simon’s and Reckless employee [Reckless Rider – the bike shop I worked in] drove our huge amounts of luggage and Simon to the airport in her van, and I went with mom and dad in the Omni.

At the airport with had a bit of a problem with all our luggage. We each had one excess oversized bike and our suitcases (Simon’s hockey bag) were overweight, mine by 10 pounds and Simon’s by 30. The check-in attendant gave us two boxes to put in our overweight excess. In total we had eight pieces of luggage, four over the limit. We probably would have had to pay $500 in excess fees, but we slipped the attendant two Reckless t-shirts, and she didn’t charge us a cent! I couldn’t believe it.

It was sad to say goodbye to Mom and Dad of course, but the should be out in May. We gave each other big hugs.

Our flight to Toronto took about four hours and was uneventful.

We stopped over for 2 ½ hours in Toronto airport and played video games and walked up and down the terminal.

Our flight to Paris was aboard a 747 which stopped shortly in Montreal. Once again it was a smooth uneventful flight.

Arrival in Paris was absolutely spectacular. The sun was just rising above the absolutely huge, modern Charles de Gaulle airport and there were all these rabbits running around between the runways on the grass.

We transferred through the airport onto a 727 commuter flight to Toulouse. It was a clear morning so I could see the country down below. Small towns existing continually and absolutely nothing is undeveloped and wild.

Of course the Pulfreys met us at the airport, but only two pieces of luggage arrived with us, luckily they were my suitcase and Simon’s hockey bag.

We drove around the less scenic part of the city to the Pulfreys’ house in the southeast end of Toulouse.

Their house is quite small, two floors, but nice to live in. WE had a lunch of fresh baguettes, cheese, ham, veggies and orange juice.

At this point I had a four hour nap, then a bath and a shave, here I write this now.

Quite amazing to be here!


Written by sockeyed

October 11, 1990 at 20:28

Posted in Travel

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