Good morning, world!
All went well from Reykjavik to Toronto. The flight was half an hour delayed, but Canadian immigration didn’t come up with an excuse to keep me out, so I could fetch my huge suitcase and quickly spotted Colin and Catherine when I emerged from the depths of the arrivals section of the terminal. We drove into town and picked up some Jamaican food on the way and took home and devoured. My only previous ”experience” of Jamaican food was from Marlon James’s great novel A brief history of seven killings that I read a year ago. It wasn’t easy to make up my mind whether to try jerk chicken or a goat curry, but I picked the goat. And then I picked the bones of the goat clean from meat. Boy, lots of bones in goats.
I’ve slept well, must have clocked up over six hours, which is great all things considered. When I woke up during the night, a black cat stared back at me. There’s a lot of that going on in this house. Today: Niagara Falls.