Written on the plane to Canadia

I am now flying over Greenland at 13800 feet on my way to Vancouver having left of home behind me. When I get to Vancouver I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t have a visa for Canada and I am going to have to try blag my way into the country and hope i get in. If I don’t manage to blag my way in then i will get put into a detention cell and sent onto the next flight home. A true test of my blagging ability.

And then, once i am actually there, if i am, I will somehow have to survive and stay for 8 months when my max possible stay is 6 months. I will probably have to go to Mexico for a couple of weeks to renew my visa.

for some reason the idea of getting put in a cell and deported doesn’t scare me. on the contrary, it does the exact opposite. it excites me and i’m actually looking forward to the challenge. If I don’t make it into the country I don’t know what i am going to do and i don’t really want to think about it.

All i can think of is getting off this flight, blagging my way into the country and meeting hinds on the other side to start my adventure and look for the next dillema to write about.