It was a dark, and stormy night...

in Saint John town. No one noticed. The odd dog barked. Actually, it was a damp, and foggy afternoon in Saint John town. Plane's couldn't land (and therefore, couldn't take off). Everyone noticed. The odd dog still barked. Thus began the first leg of my journey to warmer climes - and with it the concept of why running any kind of air-based transportation out of Saint John is a rather bad idea. Ideally, the airport authority should hire someone to continually perform sun-dances out near the main windsock, to counteract the city's naturally bad weather. The dog, it turned out, was a pug puppy, and was very odd indeed.

Bus to Saint John airport. Another bus to Moncton airport, and a quick flight to Toronto, albeit a few hours later than originally anticipated, and the first leg of my journey was complete. Stage next - New York City.