I went smoothly through the immigration check, but I had to wait for my baggage to come out for about one hour. I didn't know why, but I knew that I would miss my reserved bus. I was freaked out but I had to wait and get my baggage. I ended up missing the bus.
Wasting time is one of my least favorite things. Time was much more valuable in Vancouver. Though I really wanted to walk and look around during the two hours that I had to wait for the next bus, I didn't know where the baggage room was and I made up my mind to stay at the bus stop outside the airport.
All is grist to my mill. I put my baggage just in front of the desk of the Premier Bus Company and decided to listen to the conversation around me. It was a real listening lesson of normally spoken and normal speed of English with a dictionary in one hand.
A staff member noticed my attention and spoke to me, "Where do you come from?" Our enjoyable conversation started like this. They were interested in my noise cancelling earphones at first. The subject changed to my blog and they looked at my blog on their company's PC that should have been for their work. My blog has many kinds of topics and the motorcycle was one of the big topics. Two guys were motorcycle freaks and we enjoyed chatting over our touring stories. One of them had had a long ride from Deadhorse to Vancouver. I was very intersted in this story. Deadhorse is located in the very north of Alaska and consists mainly of facilities for the workers of the Prudhoe Bay oilfields. He seemed to have ridden down Dalton Highway from this isolated, frigid arctic town to Vancouver via Juneau where his sister lived. Wonderful! This route was imprinted on my mind.
(Vocabulary)
least favorite 嫌いな
All is grist to one's mill. 《諺》転んでもただでは起きない。／何でも利用する。
(all) grist for the mill(米) ((英)(all) grist to the mill とも)
役に立つもの, 利益になるもの
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