Hi everybody!
So, finally, I touched down in Vancouver, Canada, ready for a few months packed with adventure.
Just wanted everyone to know I'm safe and fine, even though it was a close call.
When trying to find my seat in the airplane headed from London to vancouver, there was a little mix-up. My seat was dubble booked, as was the seat of the person next to me, and two men, both in white long dresses with purple turbans, requiered answers when to found us in their seats. My brain immediately began to connect the dots of the CNN broadcatsing of moslim extemists and terrorists using airplanes as bombs. One turbanded, bearded passenger sat next to me waiting for the flight attendent to sort things out. Having my airplane being blown up high in the sky seemed like a terrible thought at first. Ten mninutes later, however, I wish this suicide bomber next to me would hurry up and do his thing for he smelled terrible!

A fine aroma of a weeks long sweat, no showers, spicey herbs, something dying and decaying in his beard and the dress he had on and worn (not washed) for at least a decade, entered my nostrals which each breath.
Luckely, I had to swop seats, locating me somewhere further back in the aircraft, away from my turbanded fellow passenger.
He did turn out to be a nice man, as he smiled politely several times during the flight.
Hugs,
San
Part of trip:
Canada