So where did I leave off? Right, the hostel. The first week has been a bit of a blur, so I’ll go over my Tweets and use them as notes. I’ll see how well this goes. I’ve been swiftly recalling
Day the first: I arrived at Toronto Pearson Airport amid awful traffic. As the saying goes, we’ve got two seasons in Canada: winter and road construction. After a brief – almost sudden – departure from my dad and grandparents, I
So, here I am. Sitting on a plane, hovering precariously via the power of science and hope, over a place called the Charlie-Gibbs Fracture Zone. Sounds fantastic. How’d I get here? Why am I up here? What am I doing
I’ve murdered my data plan. No wifi on this plane. So, I guess life sucks. More in ~7 hours or so.
I have a strange feeling that the “Location” setting may be a little vague in this post. There’s also a picture. Liquid courage! More soon.
“…looking back, on the track, gonna do it my way.” I’m just throwing this placeholder post down. Big things are coming. Big for me, anyhow. Stay tuned.