Two
Montreal, Canada.
On the long haul flight, the sweet Japanese girl sitting to my left was going to study somewhere in New York. Mark the air steward stopped by my seat a couple of times and we discussed about holiday destinations and Japan. I fell asleep for four hours straight - I must have been exhausted. On the short haul from New York, the pharmacist didn't believe I have been travelling for more than 24 hours, given that I was still smiling.
Jetlag. Bad, bad jetlag. Not that it has stopped me from absorbed into light, sound and rhythm of Montreal, and in particular, into The World Film Festival. I'm just lacking sleep ...
Two films and a walk in a park lined up for today. Two second-hand CD shops in two days is not a bad effort in a city whose streets are still foreign to me, not that I have bought anything yet.
Posted by sniffles at September 01, 2002 10:58 AM