Calgary airport has really improved handling incoming international visitors. It’s an automated customs declaration and passport reading system. Ted insists on listing we are bringing in fruit. Some of our snacking dried fruit. They don’t care.
By the time we reach baggage, our bags are there. Dear friend Mark is almost there to meet us in a drizzle sleet. Once en route, it turns into honest to goodness big snow flakes and continues throughout the night.
Ted made a quick foray out for break and milk and must have found something to eat I guess. I took a long bath, fell into bed and slept for 12 hours. Not so lucky for the next week, my brain kept on in its Cape Town timing mode.
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