Sarah's Yellowknife Adventures

This is the story of my adventures in Yellowknife, NWT. I'll try to present an unbiased tale of the exciting events that happen as I experience life in the Great Canadian North.

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Never Ending Plane Ride

I left Yellowknife at 7:30 am MDT on Tuesday August 2, 2005 and arrived in London at 9:00am EDT Wednesday August 3. Throughout the trip I entertained myself with thoughts of all the exotic places I could have flown to in the same amount of time.
I really shouldn't complain too much since I was not on the plane that crashed (thankfully no one was hurt). I did however spend 4 hours on the plane with no AC on the tarmak at Hamilton Airport. I wanted to get off the plane because I figured that I could con someone into comign to get me in Hamilton but they would not allow it. Eventually we were all put on city buses and sent to Pearson where we were let off at the front of the terminal... no one to point us in the right direction so it was pretty much a free for all. After getting a 14 year old girl who was travelling by herself in touch with someone who could help her find her aunt I set off to figure out what to do with myself. I tried to get on a robert q airbus but without any luck. I then went to the Air Canada desk to try to get a refund, only to find out that it would have to go to Winnipeg and I probably wouldn't get that much money back. I was lucky enough to have the lady rebook my flight for the next morning and get my boarding pass without having to wait in the endlessly long lines to use the "rebooking phones". I then hopped in a taxi and headed for my apartment in the hopes that someone would be there to let me in. Much to my delight I was welcomed by Anna, Mel and Mocha and the bison I had in my carry on was still frozen. I owe much gratitude to Melanie who got up at an ungodly hour to drive me back to the airport where I was very excited to not have to wait in line to get my boarding pass. My flight didn't exist on the departures board or the gate sign but it did exist. We boarded and were set to go on time for our 7am departure until the flight attendant fainted and we had to wait for an hour on the plane for a new attendant to arrive. Got to the airport in London, but my luggage didn't. Called my bro, he came and got me and I made it to my 9:30 doctors appointment. My luggage arrived the next day.

After the Wildcat things really got wild...


After the wildcat we headed off to the Range- the sketckiest local water hole. We had to go so that we could say that we had been there. We left the granola types and folk music and arrived in a bar with live country music and an interior that was in drastic need of an update. I was introduced to a Ridlean who is going back for her 10 year reunion in October. How random is that? I learned a very valuable lesson about the appropriateness of pigtails and my S is for Single t-shirt.  Posted by Picasa

The tables had fuzzy table clothes... I think that they were made of terry cloth Posted by Picasa

This is my facial expression immediately after the man in the background grabbed my arm and asked me if I was 18- pretty sure he was trying to ascertain whether or not I was legal Posted by Picasa

This is the drink bought for me by another dirty old man. I tried to decline but he insisted. I ended up giving it to someone else at the table. Posted by Picasa

Brad is teaching me how to two step... there was a live band which was pretty good (despite the sketchy atmosphere) Posted by Picasa

Allison and I are kickin' it in da YK. Posted by Picasa

One Last night at the WildCat


The flutist was awesome!
Jennifer took me to the wildcat for dinner and we were joined by Allison, Bonnie and Heather. It was as always a good time. We also ran into Yose. David bailed on us and stayed home to sleep. Posted by Picasa

Jen and I... just chillin' after the excellent dinner that Jen bought for me. We had pan fried white fish and rhubarb- berry crumble of course! Posted by Picasa

Bonnie, Allison and Heather Posted by Picasa

This is the scary face I would use to scare away the bears. If you see a bear you are suppose to stand still (not run away) and if the bear decides to attack you are suppose to make a scary face and fight back... I think the bear would take one look at me and run the other way! Posted by Picasa

Look- I'm in the Yellowknifer (the local paper) because I volunteered at Folk on the Rocks. Look for Jennifer and Allison to! Posted by Picasa

Good-bye Coffee Break

On our second last day of work there was a good-bye coffee break held for Kali and I. There was lots of food and lots of friendly faces to wish Kali and I headed off to Grenada and Ontario respectively.

Maria gives Kali and I are farewell cards Posted by Picasa

The food, and the co-workers Posted by Picasa

Its me... Posted by Picasa