With some tail-wind assisted low flying, and some more very high speed taxiing, we landed just 90 minutes later in Toronto (8.40pm) which was the exact time of my Heathrow flight, which I missed, I discovered after racing through the terminal and the fast immigration line (it took less than 30 seconds)
I found that I have already been automatically rebooked on Sunday's flight. I stood in a short queue for 90 minutes as just one person was trying to help people at the customer services desk, to see if I could get on the late flight. I could have opted to fly economy on the late flight, but declined their kind offer as it was not made with any promises of refunds or compensation and I already know the seats are too small. I asked about hotels and was told it was my problem.
Additionally, suspectedly due to the Toronto International Film Festival, there are no hotel rooms anywhere. The (not Air Canada) woman on the information desk spent 90 minutes ringing dozens of them, pretty much going out to a 30km radius, on my behalf and other people's behalves to no avail.
Even my newly-awarded Gold Elite standing with Marriott was insufficient to swing a room at any of their properties. The closest place that had anywhere was Niagara Falls but that's 70km away! Air Canada would have refunded the hotel cost, but I thought I might not get refunded the £900 for the one room in downtown Toronto that I could find.
So I'm currently sitting here, at
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