That's the way most of the trip was: full of minor variations, but nothing astounding. After saying goodbye to C. before security, I was tagged for a random check - which turned out to be a mighty convenient thing. They did automated body scanning of some sort, then whisked me to the head of a long line to have my baggage scanned. I skipped the bit where I waited in line and was on my way. Speaking of security, I'd never arrived at Toronto to have pre-immigration passport screening, just at the end of the tunnel into the terminal.
There were fifteen minutes of nasty turbulence over northern Scotland, probably thanks to the fierce storms which have been ravaging the northern parts of the country as of late, flooding Carlisle and causing havoc with 90 mph winds.
I stared vacantly at the screen for most of the trip. Wimbledon was an unconvincing romance, although the tennis was gripping at times; Garden State was a charming, low-key movie. jandersoncoats also provided me with entertainment, in the form of text to edit and ponder.
The airplane magazine tells me that Brazil is the de rigeur country that all stylish jetsetters want to be seen in this year: I trust you've all booked your tickets already?