Kim here, coming to you from our cozy little hostel room. Yes, we have arrived! I'm a little...or a lot jet-lagged, but I want to try to stay awake for another hour or so, so I guess I'll write. (Jed pooped out on me and is already asleep. Lame.)
Our hostel is nice and clean. We share our 10-bed dorm room with some Polish guys and a Polish girl, and I'm not sure who else. Picture it now, I'm sitting on a bunk, and right across the room are 3 men with laptops on their bunks, and one other bunk is completely covered with different varieties of alcohol. This should be interesting! :)
Our flights today were perfectly uneventful. Once we landed we changed our money, then decided to make our way to the hostel. I had some printed directions from the website, but they were a tad vague. Thanks to the kindness of strangers we navigated the subways and arrived in one piece at our destination.
My brain is fuzzy, so I'll just leave you with some pictures of our journey thus far. Sorry, I'm a little boring...but I can feel my brain turning to mush as I type.
|Waiting in Toronto to board flight 3 out of 4|
|WHAT??? This just made me laugh. Why must the Tastys die? What did they ever do to you?|
|Glad to be off the plane. SO GLAD.|
|Jed's first meal. Addy and Ez, this is the sausage Daddy described to you'|
|I just had to take this picture for the kids. Look at all that chocolate! Both sides of the aisle, nothing but chocolate!|
|This one's for you Papa. Like father, like son. :)|
|The view from our hostel window|
|Looking the other way|
Alright, I must sleep. Tomorrow begins the real fun.
PS. Jed's snoring now. Stinker.