Well, here it is, the day I leave Niagara. Who knew it would arrive so quickly?
November 1st, 2007
Up early( of course )to go get the rental car and finish running around on various errands.
We had packed up our cat Tristan in his carrier and had him in the car with me, which turned out not to be a good idea. The vet had recommended that we use a herbal mixture to keep him calm instead of a sedative, so we'd been dosing him for about a week now in small amounts. Today was the larger dose, given him early so that he'd doze through the trip to B.C.
No such luck though. Somehow, he knew something was up, and started to really panic - so much so that he lost control of his bodily functions... in the carrier, which was in the rental car. Messy. At least we had fasted him the last 12 hours, so it was mostly solids... *sigh*
So, at 11:30am, we had to go BACK to the condo and clean Tristan up, as well as the carrier and the rental car. Thankfully, all three responded well to the cleaning supplies we had left for the new occupants of the place, and my parents were fairly efficient at this sort of thing from years of experience with both pets and small children years ago.
Once Tristan was tidy, we put him on a leash and sat him in my mother's arms so he could look out the window( and remain calmer )while we rushed to the vets: time for a sedative, with no choice in the matter. Once that was done, Tristan calmed down immediately with no harmful effects; he dozed in the carrier placidly for the rest of the trip, eliciting many a comment from people about that 'adorable cat' sleeping in the carrier.
We hit the road running at 12pm, taking the Q.E.W. straight to the Hamilton office of Enterprise Rental cars and transferring our luggage to a local taxi-van called for when we arrived. By renting the car just to take to Hamilton, and taking a taxi from there to the Hamilton International Airport, we saved almost $200.00 as compared to the other alternative, an 'exclusive' limo ride from Niagara Airbus; apparently they don't offer shuttle service to H.I., just Toronto or Buffalo. Jerks... but I still managed to save a TON of money despite them. Which is good, considering that for what this move cost, I could have bought a good used car twice over...
With check-in at H.I. done, we had a little time to relax, so we had lunch in the form of sandwiches from the newly-opened Tim Horton's in the main lobby / waiting area. Tristan was still dozing contentedly in his carrier; we kept checking him the whole trip to ensure he was okay. Oh, and it was also nice to find out that our massively-packed bags were under-weight, so no extra fees for additional pounds of passenger allowance for the flight - a nice bonus.
We boarded the flight on time, in blustery conditions that we were glad to leave behind. Taking off a little after 4pm EST, we soared above the cloud ceiling, revealing a majestic vista I still recall: a vast rolling plateau of white clouds, stretching from horizon to horizon, looking for all the world as though we were flying above a gigantic glacier of white ice. It was stunning, with the bright sun striking shadows among the clefts of the clouds; not a break to see anywhere in the expanse.
We all watched the new movie 'Ratatouille' and enjoyed it immensely, as it was far less sappy-feel-good than I had expected. The animation was excellent, as was the comic timing.
Coming in to land at the Calgary Airport, the view was again incredible. The vast sprawl of the city suburbs were dotted with thousands of tiny dark pine trees, giving the whole vista an odd look resembling someone who hadn't shaved in a few days, all stubbly in the evening light. But the real winner was the view of the mountains to the west: they floated in the distance, a line of ethereal monsters in the twilight, their feet in shadow and their tops lit like white ghosts by the setting sun behind them. Truly amazing, and impossible to get a picture of from an airplane.
After a brief layover in Calgary, barely enough time to grab a Subway 6" sub, we were off again. Fortunately, this was only a little over an hour's flight time, which was good... as we were blessed with a screaming child three rows up, the whole way. Did I mention he kept repeating the same phrase, in another language, over and over? Lovely... an hour's worth of that, and still the tyke didn't manage to tire himself out. At least this wasn't an international haul...
Did I mention that our pilot's name was Walker? MadMax3 fans, you'll get the reference... :)
Landing in Victoria was a relief, to get away from that noise. Too bad the view from the windows was simply of lights in the darkness; I would have liked to see my new home from the air, but perhaps another time I will get the chance. We picked up the rental car and were off from the airport in a flash, though some interesting signage caused us to loop back once before we got the hang of directions.
We traveled south along the main route, the PatBay Highway, which is a lovely 4-lane divided highway that heads straight into Victoria itself. It dips and curves through the landscape, which from what I could see in the dark was still quite rocky and heavily forested. There was not a lot of heavy development, just the usual highway offshoots, though again one difference was that the highway had quite a few stoplights on it, with warning flashers about 100 meters ahead to warn traffic to slow down. The speed limit was 90kph, posted, and surprisingly most traffic kept to that, or under - shocking to my Ontario driving senses. Well-behaved drivers on highways would be something the rest of the country could learn to imitate, in my opinion.
We arrived here just after 7pm PDT. The building was easy to find, though the entrance to the parking garage was a little cramped, as was the parking space( such are the way of things ). It is located near Beacon Hill Park, quite a sizable place in the heart of downtown Victoria. Getting into the condo itself was easy, as it is on the next floor up and there is an elevator too. Looking at the place, it will be nice enough to stay in for the next few months: it has a large kitchen, laundry, two bathrooms( both with shower tubs )and two large bedrooms.
Of course, we had to unpack after such an exhausting trip... family tradition. We all went to bed well after midnight, including Tristan, who lounged out of his carrier and settled in without a fuss in the new place, which we were glad to see. The less fuss, the better; he was still drowsy but was quite happy, as he kept asking for attention as we unpacked, again a good sign of no-stress.
I was very tired, but happy to have finally arrived. Hopefully the rest of our gear would be here within a week, so we could gather some of the essentials from it and begin our search for separate accommodations in Victoria; both my parents and I would each need a 2-bedroom place with laundry, hopefully within walking / fast bus-ride distance of the downtown area.
Now, to sleep in my new hometown, and to dream of the future.
November 1st, 2007
Up early( of course )to go get the rental car and finish running around on various errands.
We had packed up our cat Tristan in his carrier and had him in the car with me, which turned out not to be a good idea. The vet had recommended that we use a herbal mixture to keep him calm instead of a sedative, so we'd been dosing him for about a week now in small amounts. Today was the larger dose, given him early so that he'd doze through the trip to B.C.
No such luck though. Somehow, he knew something was up, and started to really panic - so much so that he lost control of his bodily functions... in the carrier, which was in the rental car. Messy. At least we had fasted him the last 12 hours, so it was mostly solids... *sigh*
So, at 11:30am, we had to go BACK to the condo and clean Tristan up, as well as the carrier and the rental car. Thankfully, all three responded well to the cleaning supplies we had left for the new occupants of the place, and my parents were fairly efficient at this sort of thing from years of experience with both pets and small children years ago.
Once Tristan was tidy, we put him on a leash and sat him in my mother's arms so he could look out the window( and remain calmer )while we rushed to the vets: time for a sedative, with no choice in the matter. Once that was done, Tristan calmed down immediately with no harmful effects; he dozed in the carrier placidly for the rest of the trip, eliciting many a comment from people about that 'adorable cat' sleeping in the carrier.
We hit the road running at 12pm, taking the Q.E.W. straight to the Hamilton office of Enterprise Rental cars and transferring our luggage to a local taxi-van called for when we arrived. By renting the car just to take to Hamilton, and taking a taxi from there to the Hamilton International Airport, we saved almost $200.00 as compared to the other alternative, an 'exclusive' limo ride from Niagara Airbus; apparently they don't offer shuttle service to H.I., just Toronto or Buffalo. Jerks... but I still managed to save a TON of money despite them. Which is good, considering that for what this move cost, I could have bought a good used car twice over...
With check-in at H.I. done, we had a little time to relax, so we had lunch in the form of sandwiches from the newly-opened Tim Horton's in the main lobby / waiting area. Tristan was still dozing contentedly in his carrier; we kept checking him the whole trip to ensure he was okay. Oh, and it was also nice to find out that our massively-packed bags were under-weight, so no extra fees for additional pounds of passenger allowance for the flight - a nice bonus.
We boarded the flight on time, in blustery conditions that we were glad to leave behind. Taking off a little after 4pm EST, we soared above the cloud ceiling, revealing a majestic vista I still recall: a vast rolling plateau of white clouds, stretching from horizon to horizon, looking for all the world as though we were flying above a gigantic glacier of white ice. It was stunning, with the bright sun striking shadows among the clefts of the clouds; not a break to see anywhere in the expanse.
We all watched the new movie 'Ratatouille' and enjoyed it immensely, as it was far less sappy-feel-good than I had expected. The animation was excellent, as was the comic timing.
Coming in to land at the Calgary Airport, the view was again incredible. The vast sprawl of the city suburbs were dotted with thousands of tiny dark pine trees, giving the whole vista an odd look resembling someone who hadn't shaved in a few days, all stubbly in the evening light. But the real winner was the view of the mountains to the west: they floated in the distance, a line of ethereal monsters in the twilight, their feet in shadow and their tops lit like white ghosts by the setting sun behind them. Truly amazing, and impossible to get a picture of from an airplane.
After a brief layover in Calgary, barely enough time to grab a Subway 6" sub, we were off again. Fortunately, this was only a little over an hour's flight time, which was good... as we were blessed with a screaming child three rows up, the whole way. Did I mention he kept repeating the same phrase, in another language, over and over? Lovely... an hour's worth of that, and still the tyke didn't manage to tire himself out. At least this wasn't an international haul...
Did I mention that our pilot's name was Walker? MadMax3 fans, you'll get the reference... :)
Landing in Victoria was a relief, to get away from that noise. Too bad the view from the windows was simply of lights in the darkness; I would have liked to see my new home from the air, but perhaps another time I will get the chance. We picked up the rental car and were off from the airport in a flash, though some interesting signage caused us to loop back once before we got the hang of directions.
We traveled south along the main route, the PatBay Highway, which is a lovely 4-lane divided highway that heads straight into Victoria itself. It dips and curves through the landscape, which from what I could see in the dark was still quite rocky and heavily forested. There was not a lot of heavy development, just the usual highway offshoots, though again one difference was that the highway had quite a few stoplights on it, with warning flashers about 100 meters ahead to warn traffic to slow down. The speed limit was 90kph, posted, and surprisingly most traffic kept to that, or under - shocking to my Ontario driving senses. Well-behaved drivers on highways would be something the rest of the country could learn to imitate, in my opinion.
We arrived here just after 7pm PDT. The building was easy to find, though the entrance to the parking garage was a little cramped, as was the parking space( such are the way of things ). It is located near Beacon Hill Park, quite a sizable place in the heart of downtown Victoria. Getting into the condo itself was easy, as it is on the next floor up and there is an elevator too. Looking at the place, it will be nice enough to stay in for the next few months: it has a large kitchen, laundry, two bathrooms( both with shower tubs )and two large bedrooms.
Of course, we had to unpack after such an exhausting trip... family tradition. We all went to bed well after midnight, including Tristan, who lounged out of his carrier and settled in without a fuss in the new place, which we were glad to see. The less fuss, the better; he was still drowsy but was quite happy, as he kept asking for attention as we unpacked, again a good sign of no-stress.
I was very tired, but happy to have finally arrived. Hopefully the rest of our gear would be here within a week, so we could gather some of the essentials from it and begin our search for separate accommodations in Victoria; both my parents and I would each need a 2-bedroom place with laundry, hopefully within walking / fast bus-ride distance of the downtown area.
Now, to sleep in my new hometown, and to dream of the future.
