On this past Thursday, we took Hyla to work. It was a little
more than us just dropping her off at YYZ, as she was heading to The Gambia,
Africa.
As she was packing she mentioned that she would be taking
lots of Pots with her. I mentioned that there might be a couple of problems
with this. Firstly I don’t think the plural for marijaunas is pots. Secondly,
now a day is hard enough to get bottled water through security let lone drugs.
This was cleared up quickly as it turn out the contents was
not weed but pots. This started to make sense now. You are going to Africa were
parts are constantly in desperate need of anything related to eating such as
cooking. No again. Not those kinds of pots.
I’m staring to loose interest now. Even more so accelerated
when the final revelation deemed them to be garden pots. I just wanted to make
sure that “garden” as in gardening, was the same here as in the Dark Continent
before I directed my attention to a much less interesting project.
More later, maybe.
HYLA, KATE and POTS.
MORE LATER.
MORE NOW!
Not 24hrs from the time we left the airport did we not get an e-mail that all is well. On top of a safe journey, the Indian base airline apparently supplied excellent curries during the whole travel.
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