Toronto: Day 0
The travel wasn’t quite as bad as I had expected. Ofcourse, I had absolutely no liquids with me (not even deo-sticks were allowed.) I found it quite amusing to see a lady profusely cussing when she was asked to part with her lipstick. Hey, lipsticks can be expensive.
Shayan was at the airport to pick me up. My body was quite sore from the travel (about three thousand kilometers from Vancouver.) To top it off, WestJet cuts costs by not serving any meals. People can be annoying too. The girl sitting next to me on the flight asked me if I was going to Toronto as well. No shit. I was hungry, angry and tired. To “forget my sorrows,” we went right away to a pub.
We went to what could be called the biggest pub in the world. For the alcoholics amongst us, the Madison Avenue Pub has 150 draft taps. Four bars, three floors and fifteen minutes later we finally found his friends. Random chit-chat, much of which I can’t remember.
We head back to Shy’s place. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. More catching up to do. Finally hit the sacks at 5 in the morning.
A great way to start a vacation.