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Sep. 3rd, 2006 11:55 pmAm safely home in Newfoundland, though on the wrong edge of it. (Hello, St. John's! Corner Brook, I miss you.)
Luggage did not arrive in Deer Lake at the same time I did, but it was just as well as I would have had a harder time loading up my rental car (Chevy Impala - it was lurvely. First big car I've actually liked driving. If I had a spare twenty-seven thousand dollars lying around, I'd buy one). Staff at Grenfell Housing said they were sad I wasn't coming back, which is nice, and I told them 'well, then, does that get me automatic housing this time next year?'. Apparently it doesn't. Ah well.
The plan had been to drive for a couple of hours after loading up the vehicle and then stop at a motel, but I was just... look, a hotel was going to cost me eighty bucks, and if I could get the car back a day early maybe it would just cost me my arm, and I wanted MY bed (or at least the bed that was eventually going to be mine.), so Scrunchions got a phone call at around eight o'clock saying 'Hi! It's me. I'm in Grand Falls. What are the odds that you'll still be awake in four or five hours?'
Odds were good, so I kept driving. Made St. John's at 1 in the morning.
So, to sum up (all times converted to Newfoundland Standard Time):
Fell asleep at two-thirty Friday morning.
Got up at six-thirty.
Got on the plane, eight-thirty.
Stopover in Halifax, got on another plane at twelve-twenty.
Arrive in Deer Lake, two-thirty.
Finish sorting out luggage woes and rental stuff, three-thirty.
Arrive Grenfell Housing Office, demand Stuff, four o'clock.
Finish packing car, four-thirty.
Supper in Deer Lake, remarkably lousy spaghetti and tea (why did I order tea from a restaurant? I know better than that. Blech. Tasted like metal teapot-imitation.) five pee-em.
Timmy's and phone call to Scrunchions, eight o'clock.
Driving through one of the country's most beautiful parks, resplendant with views... but in the dark. Ten o'clock.
Start hallucinating moose popping up at sides of roads... roughly midnight.
Arrive St. John's, utterly pooped - one AM Saturday morning.
Hahahaha takethatOdysseus.
Also, saved nearly ninety dollars on car rental by getting it back a day early. Go me.
Luggage did not arrive in Deer Lake at the same time I did, but it was just as well as I would have had a harder time loading up my rental car (Chevy Impala - it was lurvely. First big car I've actually liked driving. If I had a spare twenty-seven thousand dollars lying around, I'd buy one). Staff at Grenfell Housing said they were sad I wasn't coming back, which is nice, and I told them 'well, then, does that get me automatic housing this time next year?'. Apparently it doesn't. Ah well.
The plan had been to drive for a couple of hours after loading up the vehicle and then stop at a motel, but I was just... look, a hotel was going to cost me eighty bucks, and if I could get the car back a day early maybe it would just cost me my arm, and I wanted MY bed (or at least the bed that was eventually going to be mine.), so Scrunchions got a phone call at around eight o'clock saying 'Hi! It's me. I'm in Grand Falls. What are the odds that you'll still be awake in four or five hours?'
Odds were good, so I kept driving. Made St. John's at 1 in the morning.
So, to sum up (all times converted to Newfoundland Standard Time):
Fell asleep at two-thirty Friday morning.
Got up at six-thirty.
Got on the plane, eight-thirty.
Stopover in Halifax, got on another plane at twelve-twenty.
Arrive in Deer Lake, two-thirty.
Finish sorting out luggage woes and rental stuff, three-thirty.
Arrive Grenfell Housing Office, demand Stuff, four o'clock.
Finish packing car, four-thirty.
Supper in Deer Lake, remarkably lousy spaghetti and tea (why did I order tea from a restaurant? I know better than that. Blech. Tasted like metal teapot-imitation.) five pee-em.
Timmy's and phone call to Scrunchions, eight o'clock.
Driving through one of the country's most beautiful parks, resplendant with views... but in the dark. Ten o'clock.
Start hallucinating moose popping up at sides of roads... roughly midnight.
Arrive St. John's, utterly pooped - one AM Saturday morning.
Hahahaha takethatOdysseus.
Also, saved nearly ninety dollars on car rental by getting it back a day early. Go me.
