OOHH That was fun....!!!!

Our flights from London, England ( I have to say that now as there is a London in Canada) went well...until the last....
Pam got out of bed at 5:30am to get us to Heathrow  with time spare (thanks Pam) and 8 hrs later we were in Toronto. By the way Marmite is considered a liquid and Dee lost her entire supply at the security check. I lost my Swiss army knife that I accidentally left in my carry-on.

Another 2 hour flight and we are in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The planes kept on getting smaller and we finally ended up sitting in a 50 seat commuter aircraft for the final leg to St Johns, Newfoundland.  After a short delay the pilot tells us that the good news is that the extreme winds that had buffeted Nova Scotia had cleared but the bad news was that these winds had arrived in Newfoundland! Wind gusts were exceeding 100 km/hr (up to 160!!) and that he didn't consider it safe to attempt a landing in St John's. He announced a delay of 2 hrs to see what would happen. Nobody complained.

We all got off and went to Tim Hortons for a doughnut,and then remembered we didn't have any local money!  (I am sure you will read a little more about THs from Dee)

Bombardier CRJ 100/200 (our little plane)

Two hours later we are back on this little plane and the pilot announces that the wind in St John's was still as strong but the direction had changed to along the runway, so he would attempt a landing!!! I overheard one of the passengers comment that "he's an old guy and he's from St John's so if anyone can do it, he can". Hmmmm, hold tight.....  In the air he announced that the normal 1.5 hour flight wouldl only be about 1 hr as we had a 250km/hr tail wind.   As we approached, everyone took the instruction to put their seat belts on very seriously. Even the steward was seen hanging on firmly!  As we got close to the ground the plane was bouncing all over the place and pitching from side to side, but happily we touched down very gently to a cheer from all passengers. As we were leaving, the pilot was standing at the door with a smile on his face. We thanked him.