This is our last day in Ontario, so after breakfast I set out to see if a public Wi-Fi would post my photographs. I had had no joy in the restaurant last night, apparently only a few ports were open. This was odd, as my first 3 photographs posted with no difficulty.
Then the next blog, that for Christmas Eve, failed to post at all. So I took out some of the photos and tried again. Eventually, it posted with only one photo, but then none of the others would post. Eventually, after dinner I gave up in disgust and we went home.
Starbucks this morning also failed me, text was fine but not photographs, so I posted some text but gave up in the end and went home. The weather was very foggy, with only a hundred yards or so of visibility; the landscape disappeared into the middle distance, dissolved in the mist. There was a fair amount of snow lying, and I hoped our flight wouldn't be delayed.
The rest of the morning was largely spent in packing and organising, and after lunch, we set off back to Toronto airport. I was reassured to see there actually was a flight at the correct time, since we still cannot log on to the Qantas web site; it still does not recognise our booking. Neither did BA, with whom we are flying this time, though it did say there was a system error.
We were supposed to check in with BA at a check-in machine, but that also failed, saying it was unable to complete the check-in, so I was quite worried. However, we just joined the enormous queue, and a real person checked us in and printed our boarding passes. That was a relief!
Security was fun. The security scanner took offence at my waist and abdomen - clearly I am far too fat, or else my fat in is some way disturbing to security scanners. So I had to go into the X-Ray machine which also took offence at my fat middle and displayed a picture of me with red-for-danger patches round my waist. So then the woman had to probe my spare tyre to see if it really was all that dangerous. Mind you, the same happened to the woman behind me, who resembled a skeleton, so perhaps it was something else that offended it. Paul had a dangerous middle as well, so it wasn't just being sexist.
Still, at least this time I didn't have to take my boots off. They don't seem to make you do that in Canada.
We sat at the gate, waiting to board, and eventually I drifted off to look at a shop. Then I realised boarding time had come and gone, and there had been no call. So I went back to the gate, and found Paul busy with his laptop, and a queue to board. By the time Paul had packed everything, most people had boarded. The man who took our boarding passes said he needed to change our seat assignment, and gave us row 14, instead of row 24. When we boarded, we discovered that row 14 was in Club World, and we had giant seats which turned into beds. We also had glasses of champagne, a meal on china plates with metal cutlery, and cloth napkins. Then I reclined my seat into a little bed of sorts, and tried to sleep.
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