I am now back in Edmonton.
The flight from Toronto was okay. It had those video terminal screens in it. And there were lots of movies I would have liked to have seen, available to be watched. Instead I slept. Which will probably let me be functional today.
I had no problem with security in Toronto. Even though I was asking for trouble. As soon as we passed through customs there was a huge amount of armed border security guards milling about. I asked one why, and she took it as an opportunity to ask me a lot of questions about my trip. I didn’t have anything to hide, so there was no problem. I guess the Jamaica flight is a little more closely watched. The drug sniffing dog that romped around our baggage did look like he was having a great time. Puppy-like.
Even though I was well over the limit on alcohol that I should be allowed to bring in they didn’t fine me a duty on it. I was honest, and they didn’t care that much. Of course, I am examining by liquor cupboard and I’m beginning to think I might not have room for all the booze I keep bringing back from my vacations. I won two bottles at the resort, and purchased a good bottle at the airport. They are all variations of rum.