Welcome to Canadia, eh?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I was told last Thursday morn at 08h30 that I all visas and administrative issues had been sorted out, and that I was shipping out Saturday night!!! Two days' warning. Typical...
And with that started two days of crazy running around, having to organize my life, do some warm clothes shopping, do my taxes, pack up my house, learn French, play one last round of golf and organize a deshtroyer of a farewell. And that's pretty much the reason for the lame-assed looking blog - we're still under construction, so bear with us - I can't even put headings for my posts!!!
Anyways, I flew out Sat night to Heathrow. Got mistakn by three different airline people for being American (??), but at least they didn't check the Most Wanted Terrorist list like last year. So I asked to be bumped up to Business Class, but got snarled at, so I said I would settle for sitting next to a hot chick with big boobs. Crash and burn. Airline check-in people must get a life.
After 9 hours of flying, I landed at London Heathrow where my big bro "Larry" (not his real name), came to pick me up and show me around sleepy Ealing for a couple hours.
Gallery - Ealing, London (10 photos)
And then it was off for another 11 hours from Heathrow to Calgary, where I was met by a dude holding a card with my name on. Nice! And then he bundled me into his limo. Doubly nice. And onto my downtown apartment. Triply nice.
This is where the driver thought I was living. Phhwoar! But alas, I was on the next block at The Marquis, 1108 6th Avenue.
Not great looking on the outside, but fancy on the inside, nice and big (over 140 sqm)!! Main bedroom with TV, en-suite bathroom and big closet. And the living room.
Dining room and kitchen.
Extras include cable TV, high speed internet (muchos fast), central heating and underfloor heating in the bathrooms.
And with that started two days of crazy running around, having to organize my life, do some warm clothes shopping, do my taxes, pack up my house, learn French, play one last round of golf and organize a deshtroyer of a farewell. And that's pretty much the reason for the lame-assed looking blog - we're still under construction, so bear with us - I can't even put headings for my posts!!!
Anyways, I flew out Sat night to Heathrow. Got mistakn by three different airline people for being American (??), but at least they didn't check the Most Wanted Terrorist list like last year. So I asked to be bumped up to Business Class, but got snarled at, so I said I would settle for sitting next to a hot chick with big boobs. Crash and burn. Airline check-in people must get a life.
After 9 hours of flying, I landed at London Heathrow where my big bro "Larry" (not his real name), came to pick me up and show me around sleepy Ealing for a couple hours.
Gallery - Ealing, London (10 photos)
And then it was off for another 11 hours from Heathrow to Calgary, where I was met by a dude holding a card with my name on. Nice! And then he bundled me into his limo. Doubly nice. And onto my downtown apartment. Triply nice.
This is where the driver thought I was living. Phhwoar! But alas, I was on the next block at The Marquis, 1108 6th Avenue.
Not great looking on the outside, but fancy on the inside, nice and big (over 140 sqm)!! Main bedroom with TV, en-suite bathroom and big closet. And the living room.
Dining room and kitchen.
Extras include cable TV, high speed internet (muchos fast), central heating and underfloor heating in the bathrooms.
2 Comments:
Dari, I can not believe how much weight you've picked up, you chubby fucker....
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Anonymous, Thu Sep 21, 08:45:00 AM
Anonymous, Thu Sep 21, 08:45:00 AM
Screw you all.
