My first domestic flight in two years was marked by a planned escape to the Atlantic, instead of the Pacific.
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Why hello, old friend!
In a way, you could say that I "tagged along" for this one, since I adopted a role of passive participation in the devising and preparation stage(s).
In a way, you could say that I "tagged along" for this one, since I adopted a role of passive participation in the devising and preparation stage(s).
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We checked into the all-too-familiar domestic sector of the airport in the morning. The Starbucks at the far end had closed for renovations, thus we resorted to attaining our sustenance at the location in the international departure section.
An Iced Latte, several z's, and a Ham + Swiss Sandwich later, we landed on the East Coast.
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Halifax Stanfield was less extravagant than Pearson, but there was beauty in its modesty. The interior was luminous and a decent number of retailers filled the space. There was sufficient signange guiding us to the baggage claim, and a few newly-renovated bathrooms to relieve ourselves of the cramped flying quarters.
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Prior to embarking for the adventure, I had professed my gustatory concerns to orangecane:
There won't be bubble tea, so I'll have to drink my fill now.
They're launching the Smile Cookie when I leave!! What if I can't find a Timmies?!
Yet, one of our first sights upon disembarkation was that of a Tim Hortons. Though its items weren't always of quality, one cannot deny its symbolic Canadian presence.
There won't be bubble tea, so I'll have to drink my fill now.
They're launching the Smile Cookie when I leave!! What if I can't find a Timmies?!
Yet, one of our first sights upon disembarkation was that of a Tim Hortons. Though its items weren't always of quality, one cannot deny its symbolic Canadian presence.
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By the time we had reached the baggage claim, the belts had stopped running. It was completely deserted. Only our check-in baggage remained.
A scaled model of the Macdonald Bridge - which we would later traverse across - had been positioned in the centre of one of the luggage belts. Another featured a miniature replica of The Town Clock in Downtown Halifax.
A scaled model of the Macdonald Bridge - which we would later traverse across - had been positioned in the centre of one of the luggage belts. Another featured a miniature replica of The Town Clock in Downtown Halifax.
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Our exit from the airport was made in a leisurely manner, for we were in no hurry and there were few others to rush us from capturing photos at every step of the way.
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The Macdonald Bridge - specifically the Angus L. Macdonald Bridge - was a toll bridge linking Dartmouth and Halifax.
We crossed into Nova Scotia's largest city with grey clouds forming over our heads.
Read Part 2 HERE !
Read Part 2 HERE !
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