This was the scene at the PV airport when we arrived at 0815. There were three orderly lines, although it looks like confusion in the pic. Three AirTransat planes were leaving within ninety minutes so ten desks were opened at 0900. In the meantime we stood and chatted with our fellow travellers. Everybody mentally calculated the position in the lines and were acutely aware of our places determined by the time of arrival. As one of us said, "Good job we are Canadians" implying that we were all polite and orderly - well the English perhaps?
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Once the desks were opened we had to move to the standby line, as the Toronto line had two parts, those with seats and those on standby. This meant that we had to move through the two Montreal lines and arrive in front of the correct desk. Converging in one line from two directions, some travellers went behind a large pillar and some went in front of it. However all abided by the unwritten rules and we approached the desk in the same order as arrival. 
It was another ninety minutes before we stood in front of the desk passports in hand. Boarding pass in hand we went to Security, where we were asked if we had symptoms of the virus, then to the gate and then on a bus to board the plane.
As we boarded the plane we noticed that each seat had a package of "Pringles" and a bottle of water. Bread and water for the return trip. Safety concerns had overridden cabin service. Nobody objected as we had all brought our own food on board. Arriving in Toronto thirty minutes early we were held on the plane for those thirty minutes as the airport operators did not want to congest the customs hall.
On the kilometer long walk to the customs we were handed a piece of paper with instructions on how to quarantine ourselves as we were now in a fourteen day self-isolation period. Arriving at the customs hall we were directed to machines, every other machine was disabled to provide 'social distance', the customs desk had a barrier in front of it so that we had to lean over and hand the documents to the officer. The airport seemed deserted as the usual hustle and bustle was absent. The baggage had arrived at the carousel and was neatly lined up for pickup and as we left the hall another piece of paper was thrust into our hands with more instructions about the next fourteen days and the government's expectations of us.
Home at last
The larder was full, thanks to our daughter who had been fussing for days - online. She had shopped and we lacked for nothing. Also we had shopped online with PCExpress and another load is coming on April 2nd. So the jobs were to restore order to our electronic world and figure out what to do for fourteen days.
A problem with the modem took three days to fix and now on day four we are fully functional and we still need to navigate another ten days.
Closing the blog now - see you all next year.
It was another ninety minutes before we stood in front of the desk passports in hand. Boarding pass in hand we went to Security, where we were asked if we had symptoms of the virus, then to the gate and then on a bus to board the plane.As we boarded the plane we noticed that each seat had a package of "Pringles" and a bottle of water. Bread and water for the return trip. Safety concerns had overridden cabin service. Nobody objected as we had all brought our own food on board. Arriving in Toronto thirty minutes early we were held on the plane for those thirty minutes as the airport operators did not want to congest the customs hall.
Home at last
The larder was full, thanks to our daughter who had been fussing for days - online. She had shopped and we lacked for nothing. Also we had shopped online with PCExpress and another load is coming on April 2nd. So the jobs were to restore order to our electronic world and figure out what to do for fourteen days.
A problem with the modem took three days to fix and now on day four we are fully functional and we still need to navigate another ten days.
Closing the blog now - see you all next year.
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