Ooh, Aargh, Canada.

The final 24 hours in Montreal were eventful enough.

"Miss Bliss" gets to meet a bunch of jugglers performing on the street, and while they help teach her the art, mention that she will feature in a TV program in mid-November. Cue one very excited five-year old. Yes!

We were all geared up to leave before dawn this morning and we did our part well enough, leaving the hotel at 3.3oam. Who sent us the Haitian driver with his car from a place near Hell? So, in the first wet day we had experienced, there was our taxi on the side of the road with a puncture, at 3.45 in the morning. I asked Booby what we should do. "I am going to eat my muffin, Daddy." Sort of not my problem, mate. I could not just sit there, so there I was on my knees too humping on the doughnut replacement tyre. Poor driver was panting like a puffer fish after all that. We made it to the airport with plenty of time, though. Canada, being on the verge of socialism in American eyes, showed this by having its security operations closed until closer to 5am. Bizarre.

But we weren't done. Nice smooth pull away from the gate, on time, was spoiled by a long wait to take off. What the heck. Fuel gauge problem. Back to the gate. "We will inform you as soon as we have an update from the technicians...In the meantime, you can enjoy the in-flight entertainment...The in-flight system is not working and we will have to reboot..." An hour and a half later, we were ready to leave again.

Beyond that, all was smooth sailing, or correctly, flying. Bim was in sight within five hours. Nice to be back in sunshine.