Calgary, AB - Turnhout, Belgium

Day 3 continued... 

So my flight was delayed by two and a half hours and I ended up talking to a couple of random strangers who turned out to be pretty cool; Karli who is from Rossland BC (and impressed I've been there) she's also 18 and it was her first international flight too and this guy Darren who's a grqd from UofL, he was a strqnge character... a rugby jock that fluently spoke elveish, was part of a medivael club and worked at a garbage bag making plant. I tried to sleep on the flight but it just didn't happen.

Day 4 (July 4, 2009) 

So I texted Simon as soon as I found out my flight was going to be late, unfortunately he didn't get it so the poor guy waited for almost three hours having no idea where I was or if so,ething had happened to me. We finally landed and I collected my baggage and found the little kiosk that sells train tickets. Apparently the train I was supposed to take directly fro, the airport to St. Pancreas station doesn't run during the week; so I had to catch a train to London Bridge and then find a bus to take me to King's Cross and then walk about five blocks to St. Pancreas, surprisingly enough after all that getting lost and walking I only have one blister! Thankfully the old British ladies were more than happy to help me once they foubd out I was Canadian and not American. I finally met up with Simon and we started on another very lengthy journey. First a train to Brussels, then a train to Antwerp, then a train to a stop whose name I can't pronounce, and then finally a train to Turnhout; at this point I hadn't slept in about 31 hours and when we finally got home I wanted to collapse, instead Simon and I exchanged books we got each other and began watching the English Patient before falling asleep. It is much hotter here than it is back home.