After waking early to the surreal news about Trump we pack and head to the airport. Toronto has definitely been one of the highlights of our East Coast adventure and the boys were sad to leave the basement, especially Freddy who had to leave behind his 'base'. (See below)
Airport selfie.
Thanks to the fab Paola who took this pic and helped us at check in.
More wonderful people on our flight. I chatted loads to a German lady next to me called Hildegard (hope the spellings correct). She had some great stories about her life and travel with her late husband.
'There maybe 50 ways to leave your lover but there's only 8 ways off this plane!'
The flight crew were like a stand up routine, brilliant, made up for the lack of TV.
Flying over the Rockies- amazing!
Say cheese.
Sky train.
Our digs for next 3 nights, a cosy motorhome.
Our flight took just over 5 hours but Vancouver is 3 hours behind. It's only 8pm and we are shattered. It was almost dark and very foggy as we bused it through Vancouver one thing we noticed was the huge amount of people who seemed to be living rough. Until tomorrow........
