I realised I never really documented my time there so I wanted to write a blog dedicated to this. Here is the first part of my Canada experience.
Our journey began for 3 of us at least in a little town called Burton. After travelling to Birmingham by Train we then went on to Manchester to meet up with our 4th companion Jo.
I am not good at flying so that night spent at a travel lodge near the airport it was all I could think about, that and the fact I was leaving my family for a year. I am close to my family and was worried I would find it hard to do.
In the morning we got up and went to the airport for our first flight (of many) from Manchester to London which took about 40 minutes, Okay so I had done the first flight and it wasn't so bad but could I handle the 12 hour flight to Vancouver? No time to question it, before I knew it we were up, up and away on our long haul flight (this was only the 3rd time I had been on a plane and by far the longest). I shed a few tears but as I watched the flight tracker ahead of me my excitement grew, I was going to Canada baby, the place of dreams, new beginnings and SUPERNATURAL hahaha good times were ahead.
The 12 hours actually went pretty fast, I think I spent most of the time eating or listening to the cabin crew and their Canadian accents, I fell in love with Canada even more that day.
The year before we had been to Vancouver for 10 days and had found it to be a really nice place, we all joked we would live there but it wasn't until Jo got us all Visa documents I was like 'Shit this is really happening'.
Once we landed in Vancouver we had to go through the immigrantion office, safe to say I was SHITTING myself. The lady at the counter took my passport and looked at it, then at me and I tried to remain calm (I always end up looking guilty) after a few minutes she smiled and said "Welcome to Canada" I breathed a huge sigh of relief and almost ran through the gates HURRAY I HAD LANDED and now my journey could begin.
As we went through a few more security checks I found a common occurance with Canadian's they couldn't say my name. "Welcome to Vancouver Gomma" all my friends laughed and I thought Okay it's just one time but it appears throughout my 9 months that we ended up staying so many people had trouble saying my name. I was called alsorts.
We got a taxi to downtown Vancouver and stayed in a cheap YMCA hotel opposite the GM Place stadium a football stadium that also held concerts. We were here but not for long. The following day we were going to be going on our Rocky Moutaineer Trip.
The following day we had another flight to Calgary booked. It was a small plane and I didn not like it. We arrived in Calgary and checked in our hotel, it was the most amazing hotel ever and we all screamed as we ran in and saw the size of the beds, TV's and how posh it all looked. I screamed moreso when I saw that Supernatural was on TV we were watching it at it's air time woot with all the other Canadians, good stuff. We had breakfast in bed and it was AMAZING. That night in Calgary we asked the staff at the hotel to call us a taxi as we were going to go out for a meal, the taxi driver dropped us at the best resturant in Calgary (probably the only one too) turns out it was the most expensive too. We ate like Queens and drank loads, the bill came to $350 and we all thought 'Fuck it' it was well nice.
The next day we got a taxi to Lake Louise which has to be the most amazing place in the world. Stunning place absolutely breathtaking. We stayed in a motel (yes I did say motel) that would make Sam and Dean proud :-) it was eerie and you had to walk down a long corridor to get to it. It was dark and creepy, I fricking loved it.
I spoke to Archangel Michael as clear as day in Lake Louise, this is Michael's chapel (so to speak) the place that he is said to reside and boy could I feel him.
The following day we got a coach to Banff. I loved Banff it was a small town that looked like it belonged in the wild, wild, west. I felt so at home here (moreso than Vancouver to a degree) I am from a small town and so this was just perfect for me. As the sun shone and we were surrounded by snow covered mountains, I had to take a moment and breath, this was where I had always wanted to be, this was home.
We went out that night in Banff for food and drinks before our Rocky Mountain journey would begin the next day.
I was nervous as after the 3 days on the Rocky Mountaineer we would be back in Vancouver, no job, no place to live but at the same time I was sooo excited. My life was just beginning and even though times ahead were uncertain I felt more sure than I ever had before in my whole life about things.
Let the next stage begin......
TBC
So amazing! cant wait to read the next chapter xx
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