catching up, yyz! kaffeklatsch!
yawn. the first breath back in yyz was unfortunately, but comically of a big yawn, where you crack your chin, inhaling as much air as one could possibly do without dropping the jaw. eye popping? no. ear popping? yes. projected flight time of 8 something hours and somehow ( ! ) theyve shorten it to 7 hours. that's it. everything about the flight industry now is a total mystery. i understood before that one cannot ever make any sense of seat prices but duration of trips as well? at least it was mercifully short, without the ever-expanding man (though i may report that he was replaced by eternal crying toddler who shouldve been either boxed silly or flushed). huddle out of airport, grab the rocket (that's local lingo for toronto public transit for you, whoever needs it), notice that rocket prices of two dollars and seventy-five cents canadian looks like somewhat peanut-ish in comparison to the costs of transportation over there in uk, grab the go train (that would be the regional ...