If it's Sunday, this must be Ottawa

I'm not quite sure what timezone my body thinks it's in. The one thing I can say with certainty is that it's not this one.

The flight yesterday was competant; the in-flight entertainment was lacking (I guess having my own touchscreen has spoiled me a little), but aside from that, it was as good as it's going to get. We arrived on time, and I had few problems getting through Customs. I wish I knew what to put on the forms, though - I explained that I'm a permanent resident, though currently without the card to back that up; and I ticked the 'I have goods following' box because, well, I have goods following. Apparently, that's only if you're going to be handing over your form B4, though.

My one night in Toronto was alright, considering the jetlag. I got a free transfer to downtown from the airport, once I'd found where the coach went from; though it dropped me off a good mile from the hotel. The downtown part of "Comfort Inn Downtown" is a little misleading, I should say. So I cheated this morning and got a taxi to the station.

I managed to stay awake til 7:30 last night, and woke up at 5:30 - I consider that a pretty good night, actually, considering what I'm normally like with jetlag when heading west.

And now, after a train journey that took about two thirds the time of my flight, I'm in Ottawa. I'm on the nineteenth floor of the hotel, with a view that takes in the historic Byward Market (I don't believe I've ever seen it referred to without the adjective historic, so I assume it's a part of the name) and beyond that to Quebec.

I'm booked in here for two weeks. I'm intending tonight to find myself something to eat - oh, if only there was some sort of historic market area just a stone's throw from the hotel! - and then relax for a couple of hours. If I can stay up past 8pm, that would be lovely, too.

I think that that might have to be it for the time being. This netbook is running on battery power, as I'm not sure where the adapter is; and I don't want to open the large suitcase, as I'm quite sure I'll never be able to close it again.