The Toronto pearson airport has got to be the most boreing awful place a person could ever be trapped for a seven hour layover. I can tell you I will go to great lengths to never have to go there ever again.
That said, Im not in Toronto, and I have an hour till my plane leaves, so Im pretty happy and the magic of air travel has returned.
One thing Ive learned on my recent travels is that every country seems to do security different. What you need to take out, how they check you, etc. wouldnt it be nice if they atleast standardized what you need to take out of your bag? I found that very confusing.
Any way, today was quite simple, and it only took me fifteen minutes to get through.
I took link (light rail) directly from work to the airport. It was a nice short easy half hour ride. The only problem I had was it looks like the homeless people have been using the stair wells of the lightrail station as a urinal, and all the escalators were down so I had to dog dried pee stains.
Now im in, ive got my earplanes so my ears wont suffer pain and hearing loss from this flight (ive narrow eustaschion tubes-thanks dad ;-) ). I've had my dinner, and I now have my first copy of a marie claire magazine to pass my time. I guess all my watching project runway made me a sucker for subliminal advertising. Thanks Nina Garcia! That combined with an intreguing article about Zooey Deschanel. oh my! Who have I become?
Oh well, embrace change, right? Well, one last chance for a real bathroom for 2.5 hrs. Im off.
Peace, out.
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