After flying over Regina to get to Calgary and whiling away a few hours in the airport, we finally touched down in Regina. The flights themselves were fine: “comfortably” seated in Westjet’s leather-like chairs, watching live satellite TV on the small screen embedded above the tray table.
I did watch some Pocoyo on Treehouse TV to the amusement/curiosity/concern of my seatmates of row 13, if only to avoid the breaking news of OJ Simpson’s arrest for armed robbery.
From the airport in Regina, a cluster of us had arrived together, and we caravanned through the city on a scenic tour … except the local Saskatchewanian (Saskatchewanite?) was in the other car.
We settled into our rooms, unpacked, had supper, and did some preliminary introductions. Not all of us had arrived yet so much of the “real work” will start tomorrow. Seeing as I’ve been up since 3 a.m. local time, it’s early to bed.