Saturday

My first experience of flying over the Atlantic ... an endless expanse of water, as far as the eye could see. When i got bored of everything else on the plane, I just stared out of the window, mesmerised by the vast scale of nothingness.

9.15 (Toronto): The thing I have found most hard to get used to in Canada is how weird my accent sounds. You never notice it so much, say in France, because everybody else is speaking another language most of the time, and it is very obvious that English is their second language. But when everybody is speaking English and you're speaking it differently, that's when being from Northern Ireland really sticks out. It's not always a bad thing though, guys in the airport were flirting with me because of my cool (cute?) accent!

I am really pleased that even though I didn't get into Toronto, i saw the CNN tower from the plane, and I like to think i flew over the Niagra falls, but I didn't actually see them. Canada is a big, big country.