I left Calgary on a Wednesday afternoon and, crossing the Rockies for the third time in just over a week, landed at Vancouver Airport again. With hindsight, if I’d planned the trip differently, I’d have had a few days there. I spent a very short time in the city in 2011 when I was over halfway through the overland trip from London to New York, and would love to have gone back to explore more. Another time.
I had about four hours to kill in the airport so walked my usual marathon, had a meal and made notes for yet another novel. If you have to hang out at an airport, then Vancouver is a good choice! My plane left that evening and as we took off over the water, I realised we would not pass over any land until we came in over the water to Auckland Airport. Just 14 hours of Pacific beneath our wings. I thought about Amelia Earhart who hadn’t made it safely across about 70+ years before and felt very grateful to be living in a techie world.
We crossed the International Dateline and lost a day, so for me, this year, there was no Thursday 12th September ( my sister’s birthday), or at least it passed in a flash. We took off on the 11th and landed, 14 hours later, on the 13th. I feel cheated…
Patamateria 