My journey to Whistler; exploring Vancouver
Sunday 22nd came round incredibly fast; time to fly! Soon enough I found myself in Gatwick South with a very laden trolley; a bike bag, snowboard bag, suitcase and hand luggage. After waving goodbye to the parents I set off in search of the well-hidden Transat check-in desks. While all the other operators are upstairs, open, signposted and easy to find, Transat are tucked away downstairs in an airport version of Harry Potters cupboard bedroom. Check-in sorted, things became very normal and routine for an airport and I was soon on the other side of security trying to find Owain and Alice; 2 of my future housemates. We'd only been talking for 3 days, but coincidentally we were getting the same flight to Vancouver. Upon meeting up I discovered my 5 hours of sleep the previous night had been a luxury - they were both functioning on 2 hours each after spending all night packing and moving the last of their accumulated items out of their flat! Yup, all that is mine... With a