4 hours of ‘next please’ -
After emotionally waving my parents good bye, along with what has become tradition at airports. - My Colin Frissell declaration of large genetalia - I boarded onto my AirTransat flight, which to this day still remains my favourite ever journey.
9 hours sat next to Hayley, a Canadian local, who within 2 minutes of sitting next to me, turned and introduced herself. Unfortunately for her, the passenger to her right wasn’t interested in conversation, so she was stuck answering this eager 19 year olds questions.
From then, I always remembered the importance of meeting strangers and locals.
Finally landing in Canada. The last 2 hours of the flight had turned brutal after I didn’t want to take a prolonged trip to the bathroom, just in case Hayley realised I had gone for a shit.
Turns out Canadians don't feel the need for privacy in bathroom stalls, they seems to enjoy having a 2cm gap between the door and stall, just enough for the entire outside world to witness your relinquishing of your bowels.
4 hours later I find myself at the front of immigration queue, after many Canadian officials telling me before hand I needed certain documentation to be allowed entry, I was surprises when the gent at the desk simply waved me through upon seeing my Visa..