Thursday 24 January 2013

The great blizzard of 2013

My final day in Canada started out innocently enough with an early flight to Vancouver, where I would relax, make a connection in a couple of hours to Hong Kong, hang out in the HK airport, only for a few hours and then take my final leg to Singapore. This was a completely different route than I had taken almost one year ago, to the day. Last year was the milk run; Vancouver, Seattle, Seoul to Singapore with little time in between to relax or make a connection if the plane was delayed. The thought of running the 2 km boot camp sprint through the Seoul airport with no boarding pass, still strikes terror in my heart.

My flight wasn't too early, which is a change of pace for me. Often I find myself at the airport by 4:00 a.m., bleary-eyed and grumpy from lack of sleep. This flight was lovely; 9:20 a.m. granting me enough time to catch a ride and enjoy a leisurely breakfast with my parents. So much for my smug, best laid plans. According to the weather, an abundant amount of snow had fallen during the night and the Highway Hotline was reporting blowing snow, ice and whiteout conditions. This seemed impossible to me because it was clear and there was no extra snow on the ground at my parents' home.

Never pass these beasts!
After loading my ten ton suitcase into the car, my parents and I started our 60 km journey to the airport in the darkness. It is a 40 minute drive in good weather but when there is an impending blizzard, our timeframe was anyone's guess. It was lucky I allowed myself extra time to check in. While the drive wasn't bad yet, we still drove cautiously making sure not to pass anyone. The plows were out in full force, trying to clear the snow from the previous night. If you have ever come upon a snow plow on a darkened road, it is scary business.

I was explaining my drive to a friend when I reached Singapore. She is from South Africa and just can't imagine the intensity of an old-fashioned Canadian blizzard. There really are no words to describe the biting cold, the blinding vertigo, or the perceived terror of driving into a ditch with a semi truck bearing down on you while you pray catches a glimpse of your tail lights.

My first-class pods
My flights to Vancouver and Hong Kong were exceptional because thanks to "Mr. Frequent Flyer" Velez, I had a first-class ticket again. I took full advantage of the Executive lounges, the premier boarding and snapped my fingers to alert the attendants I was onboard so bring the Veuve Clicquot champagne and keep it flowing.

I arrived in Hong Kong quite fresh, considering the copious amount of bubbly, the 14 hour flight and the 14 hour time difference. Playing with the electronic buttons on the pods, and watching a plethora of movies will do that to you. It wasn't until I found wifi in the airport, opened my mail, that I saw the horrible storm that was raging in, not only Saskatchewan but making its way to Alberta. Even British Columbia was getting more snow than they had shoveled in years.

The Hong Kong airport
This is when panic kicked in. I quickly sent a message to my sister, asking her to make sure my parents were home safely. Luckily I have a night owl Sis and she was online to tell me that they arrived without a scratch. I wish I could say the same hundreds of others. According to reports, there were three fatalities, jackknifed semi drivers, hundreds of cars in the ditches and thousands of motorists stranded when a major portion of the highway was closed. There were abundant heroes who tried to dig out a man that was buried under a truck, but their attempts were sadly, in vain. This driver didn't make it, but that is Canadians for you. So many risked their lives in a blinding blizzard to try to rescue someone in need of help.

The blizzard didn't stop there. It came back with a vengeance in a couple of days, dropping about 15 cm of snow, to the already momentous amount that had accumulated. This amount might not seem like much, but you combine it with wicked winds and you are looking at snow drifts that can grow to be more than six feet tall on roads, sidewalks, highways and against people's doors.

A familiar site in Saskatchewan
It would seem I dodged an extraordinary bullet with my timing to leave Canada. The travel gods were for once, on my side, when most of the time, they take great pleasure in messing with my flights and mind. 

I have now been back in Singapore for a week, and it feels like I never left. I am back to sweating at every meal, having shiny-face syndrome, my hair has shrunk back to poodle dimensions and I can never wear enough deodorant. 

A brolly - rain or shine in Singy
I am still addicted to the weather, a fascination all that is inherently Canadian, but the closest I can find in Singapore is the impending rain, which on some days, it is announced as a Monsoon Day. I am not certain how you can qualify it as a Monsoon Day, because every day is a monsoon day. It just means you get wet, really, really wet.  Thankfully, it isn't freezing rain that makes your car skid into the ditch, it isn't blinding whiteout conditions, that cause your eyes to play tricks on what you are really seeing, and it isn't small mountains of snow to navigate through. It is just hot, sticky rain that lasts an hour and then the sun comes out with a vengeance, turning the city into a steaming, hot bowl of Sauna soup. 

Somewhere, someday, we will strike a balance between this sweltering heat and the bone-chilling cold. We are searching for the perfect climate and according to National Geographic, there are two places in the world that qualify; Kenya and Lake Chapala, Mexico. 

I am not up on my Swahili, but I can manage some Spanish on a good day.  Hmmm, Mexico! Why didn't I think of that?

25 comments:

  1. oh !
    Are we going to Kenya ? Here is what i heard about Africa:

    Fannie a South African living in the UK walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, -*"what´ll you have?" Fannie answers, -*" Ja, Give me three pints please." So the bartender brings him three pints and Fannie proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they´re gone. He then orders three more. The bartender says, -*"Sir, I know you like them cold. You don´t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye on it and when you get low I´ll bring you a fresh cold one." Fannie says, -*"You don´t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one still in South Africa. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we´d still drink together. So right now, my brothers are having three Beers too, and we´re drinking together." The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition. Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more. The bartender said to him, -*"I know what your tradition is, and I´d just like to say that I´m sorry that one of your brothers died." Fannie answers, -*"Ag, Nie Man my brothers are fine - I just quit drinking."

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  2. I would like to give up drinking but then the wine companies would go broke! Thank you for the fun story - I like the way you think.

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  3. Ahh, memories of -60o and snowdrifts in Manitoba and Edmonton. Nice to remember, not to be in!

    Your photo of the bicycles in the rain is quite pretty, reminiscent of a pop-art picture (from Ikea, I think) of Amersterdam.

    Cheers,
    Douglas

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    1. You are scaring me Douglas - no one here can even fathom -60...I just had a sick feeling in my stomach!

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  4. Great story, I have memories of my parents taking me to the airport and getting out in time to miss a good old fashioned storm

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    1. Saskatchewan - the only thing you know is coming is the weather.....I do not miss those blizzards and still can't believe I missed it. Thank you for reading!

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  5. You are a wonderful writer. I feel as though I travel on every one of your journies with you. Thank you for taking us along Asia and beyond. Where to next ???

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    1. I am glad you enjoyed the tale. Don't come on this journey with me though. Too cold!

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  6. goodf thing you missed this storm.you never get use to this cold

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    1. So true. Some people enjoy the cold, I, however am not one. More than the cold, the driving is frightening.

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  7. Great story Layna. I did envy you going home to see your friends and family; but not the extreme weather you were going to face - and that was without the blizzard!

    It is good to have you back and of course a ladies night would just not be right without you. x

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    1. Thank you Jean. It makes me appreciate the rain and sweat in Singapore!

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  8. frigid cold or sweating hot i don't like either!

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  9. And you wonder why so many of us Moose Javian's travel in 4 wheel drive trucks and SUV's? We were the only ones able to navigate the streets after the last blizzard for days. Here's to hot weather - only 3 or 4 months to go! Hugs sista, happy you made it home to Canada and back safely to Singy!

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    1. Happy to see everyone. Maybe one day we will all be closer.

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  10. You Rock Layna in Asia. Keep the tales cining

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    1. Thank you Anon. I am glad you enjoy the read. Next stop, Cambodia.

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  11. U better not think of stopping this blog!!! I will hunt u down.

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  12. We want more, we want more. NO STOPPING THIS BLOG!!!

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  13. We know you miss the blizzards and show and frost and car scraping SOOO much, deep down inside!


    LOOOKI

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    1. The only Blizzards I enjoy, have DQ attached to them....uuummmm Oreo Cookie Blizzard! Rats, only two DQ in Singapore. Now I have to fly to Canada.

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  14. no you know you miss shovelling the drive way

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  15. You went back to Canada - you better stay in Asia b/c we want more stories from you. Keep travelling LaynainAsia.

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