i’ve had a hell of a journey. let me give you the short version. went to calgary (-13 degrees celsius) expected to stay 2 nights. stayed 3. bad wind storm = no skiing. saw Lake Louise. caught a cold from a little girl. stepped on real ice. ate swiss chalet. got a ride back to BC. ground was solid ice (very scary). missed christmas eve with my father. got home just in time to pack for Guyana (its odd unpacking snow pants and begin packing tank tops and shorts). left had christmas day with my mom. drove to my dad’s. left the next morning for Vancouver airport. then to Atlanta (which took 2 hours longer than it should have), sat in the airport for 1 hour. arrived in fort lauderdale 1 hour late. had an all nighter with my cousin (learned how to play poker), same morning (6AM to be exact) packed my bag for Guyana. went to miami airport. waited 2 hours for plane to Port of Spain (Trinadad). attempted to sleep on plane. Arrived in Port of Spain got through customs, immigration and another random line up, plus grabbed my bag 3 hours later. took my bag and checked in for our next plane (to Guyana). gave bags in. drank rum. ate fried chicken. layed on a bench outside airport for 2 hours got bored. went through customs, duty free and waited for Guyana plane for another 6 hours (attempted to sleep on backpack). arrived in guyana (over 32 degrees celsius) at 1AM. sigh…..and….i miss my pillow