Home sweet...

It's good to be back home.

Today we've been jet-lagging - I woke up at 2 am, got back to sleep at 5 am and woke up again at 11 am (I'm also ashamed to say we took a nap - something I couldn't do on this holiday, and what is a holiday without a nap!?!). And I'm not quite sure where the rest of the day went - I've been watching some documentaries on TV and in the evening we watched some Studio Hulmahuvi on DVD... we went outside in the evening but it was raining so we quickly came home.

I'm stiff all over - yesterday's travel went pretty much as well as one could hope for, but it still wasn't fun. The ten hour flight from Europe is really awful: we got seats next to an exit which seemed like an excellent place, but it was also very cold and drafty so it was difficult to get a position that was both comfortable and warm. I slept quite a lot - I watched half of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but when I became sleepy I didn't see any reason to stay awake (is it worth watching again?). The worst bit came when I dreamt that we had arrived home, only to wake up and realize there were still several hours left, now that was a disappointment.

On Vancouver airport we cleared the passport checks quickly - Canadians are sensible people - and I left Dragon to watch for our luggage while I went to get a trolley. Now before we were together Dragon was stopped at customs all the time (there's something about him that rings the bells with custom officials), but since we started traveling together we never got stopped. And while I was getting the trolley, a customs official had spotted Dragon in his granny killer boots and over-sized leather jacket and was asking him questions, so I had to run back to assure the official of his respectability. The guy asked us questions about where we were, where we worked and although he seemed satisfied he scribbled some mysterious characters on our customs card and then wished us "welcome back".

Just what we didn't need - if we were now stopped at customs and had to open up our suitcases and explain everything in there, we'd be here for hours. There was also a sniffer dog in the hangar - he expressed a mild interest towards our salmiakki bag but continued on, a lady close by had something more interesting: the dog sniffed her bag for a long time and then sat down next to it looking really proud, and got a treat from his handler, and the lady got mysterious characters on her customs card too. We had to wait for my suitcase for a long time, I was already starting to hope that it wouldn't arrive and we'd have one less bad to check at the customs, but it finally did and we left for the gates. Very matter of factly I handed the card over to the official who smiled and waved us along! Relief! Content-wise I think we would have been OK as I don't think we went over any limits, but it would have been painful otherwise.

And I'd just like to say that I love my bed. The sheets are soft and it firm and soft in just right quantities. I think I have a date with it, just now.

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