The Pit of Pat

Here I am at Vancouver International Airport, I’m off to a great start - but I’ll get to that later. Spent a ridiculous amount of money at MEC last night, after losing and refinding my bank card. I now have clothes, water filters, compression sacks and a pack that probably weighs a number I don’t want to look at. I grabbed some Subway on the way back to the very quiet and comfy HI Vancouver Downtown - in honor of Andrea and my sympathy for her ‘it’s late and i’m hungy’ kinda feel.

I set my alarm for 3:35 so I could be ready to be at the airport, two hours before my 6:00 am flight. I silently said goodnight to my Scottish and Japanese bunkmates, and tried to catch some zzzz’s. Not easy, as I’m pretty anxious, and sore as shit, but I did manage to drift in and out of sleep. At 4:00 I was down in the lobby, ready to go, but I hesitated before calling the cab for some reason. I checked my iPod, where in my calendar all my flight information and such is stored. And to my horror, but definitely not surprise, my flight out is at 8:00, not 6:00 - I was thinking 6:00 because that’s two hours before my flight. Faaack. I tried to get some sleep in the lounge, to no avail, so read some Vancouver A&E rags. At 5:45 I called my cab, got to the airport for 6:00 and succesfully managed to get in every, single, slowest line-up. But that’s okay, I don’t mind because I’m going to frickin’ Hawai’i. I turned down my first lei - don’t need the extra weight in my pack hehe. Eating a Cinnabon now and waiting to leave for Honolulu.

You were right Ash, the border patrol superkommandant didn’t like that I didn’t have an address for the provincial park I’m staying in. It’s a fricking park on the beach …how about 1 Sandy Island Parkway…she scolded me, made wide eyes at the notice in my passport that says “This Passport replaces a valid but damaged Passport” and stamped the bloody thing. Department of Fat..er.homeland Security Approved. Well I should make my way to the gate, things are good and my spirits are high, hope to post again in Honolulu, assuming I’m not crushed under my pack’s weight and turned into a bearded grease spot.

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