I'm typing this in an internet coffee shop that is connected to the hotel, and I'm here waiting to meet up with an ex-pat called Andrew before I fly out later this evening. The computers here are awful, and security is even worse (they have removed the 'Start' button from the toolbar, but typing “C:” into Internet Explorer brings up the root drive… Fear my L33t hacking skills).
I'll do a proper post about my time here after I get home, but to do a quick summary – Toronto is a really nice place, the people are great and I had a fun time. It was weird to finally meet Joey, and I realised just how insane I was to travel halfway across the globe to meet a bloke I only know from the internet, and a huge number of people who didn't know me at all.
(Thankfully there was the social lubricant of beer available, so I was only uncomfortable for a bit – more on the party, and the other people I've met here in my next post).
I have drunk way too much coffee, and walked for miles (so much so that at one point I couldn't get out of bed…) I now have an eight hour flight to get back to London at 6:30am. Then I shall sleep, before doing a couple of night-shifts. See how easily I slip back into my normal life from the lifestyle of an international traveller.
So, more later, assuming my plane doesn't want to pretend it's a submarine and plunge into the Atlantic.
(Can you tell I'm nervous flyer?)