# 28
  .  .  .   and beyond  

We fly

On Sep 25th we loaded up the Murano, picked up our friends and headed down the 401 toward Toronto.  We went straight to the airport and Mrs. G and I went in with all the luggage while the men headed back to Park and Fly to stow our car for the 3 week trip. Within an hour they were back, via the shuttle provided, and since we were early, we got some lunch and then waited in line to check in for our flight.  We were flying with British Airways leaving Toronto at 6:30 p.m. our time and arriving at Heath Row at 6:30 a.m. London time. I hoped they have good in flight movies!

Over night flights are never easy, I rarely get any sleep, but I have to admit that this airline was pretty good.  Everything was complimentary . . . wine, beer, headphones, what ever they had to offer was part of the flight.  The meal was reasonable for airline food, but my dinner wine ended up in my lap when the lady in front of me decided to lay back her chair.  It didn't go easily so she sort of slammed it back and I wore my glass of white wine. Yikes! I was going to smell like an old booze hound by the time we landed, not to mention the fact that my clothes were soggy all the way down my pant leg and right into my sock.   Oh well, things will dry, but it looked like it was gonna be a long night.