Wenesday june the 8, 2005.

Main impression:
Return to Montreal - Low gas.

Odor:
The smell of old in my house after three weeks without opening doors ar windows.

Couleur :
Yellow the grass!

Flavor:
Plane food!

Sound:
Planes motors during the flight and this time no gadget to cut noise.

Texture/sentation:
The sensation of confort the first time you sleep home after a long absence.

Day summary:
The taxi was there when I got out, he didn't ring the bell or honk to let other peoples sleep, anyway he just got here two minutes before I got out. I arrive at the airport early enough to take care of my stolen ticket that have to be remplaced here. All goes well but I have 10 kilos over because of the coasters and somes beers to much. After all details are setled I go on the secong floor to have breakfast and look at the planes. I do the last updates in my travle journal as far to the pubcrawl on june 3.

The plane lest 1:40 hours late, during all that time we where waiting well straped to our seats. The captaine told us that we where waiting for gas and that nobody was finding the gaz truc driver...

When we finally arrive at Dorval, three planes got there at the same time: ours was late, one on time and a last early. The custum agent where half staffed since it's lunch hours so we find ourselve with half the staff to treat three times more passenger than expected...

When I finally meet my sister and brother in law I'm more than two hours late.