Sunday, August 9, 2015

Vancouver, a hard place to get to...

I have waited for this day for so long. Damn sil visiting ruined all fun for all summer, and to finally get away was needed badly. For the last week I kept packing stuff so I wouldn't forget anything important this time around.

I was informed I can go about two minutes after daddy came home. Says a lot about how much fun I've been lately, and apparently ketchup will be bought to the house because mom is away. Party on, but destroy evidence before I come back, a good lesson to learn before teenage hits.

Somebody just fucking take the exit and let me have the road!


The drive through Washington was as much fun as it is always. I practiced how to tell the nice border guards again, that this is my chosen method for a holiday, and ended up repeating it to five times, while Peter was searched, again. I had a chat with one of them told him I need to start lying about having a pedicure appointment in Vancouver, and he said that probably would be more believable.



But in I got. I still wonder what on earth would go through in the smugglers head if his/hers chosen ride was an M4, with modifications and with a yellow paint. Oh well, Canadians are good at spotting trouble makers as experienced later.

People always say making a good first impression is important. I do believe they are right, but the opposite approach is more my cup of bland Canadian coffee.

Anonymity is important for us freaks of internet, so let's call my first contact to Canadians (if we exclude the border hounds)Tara so nobody can recognize her.

I texted her from my way up that there is slight issues with our night's plan. Issues being me forgetting to bring shoes or a laptop, or a phone charger and a few more minor details. She was kind enough to sort me out to a store, she was extremely patient while I lost my shit to our bank who is the killer of all joy and then off went.

She took photos since my quality jobs posted had not impressed her that much previously. She also took me to see shacks build by Finns a long ago, and they all had chopped wood in front of them. It might be a run down tiny village there, but they sure still have saunas! You can take a Finn away from Finland, but even years and generations won't take our love for sauna away.
It was a hilarious sight. We keep sauna tradition on even if moving a bit. I'm building myself one in the autumn!




A shot clearly not taken by me.



My minor issues in missing footwear and me being so late it's a miracle she still agreed to meet me made sure dinner options were running thin. As she is a local, she wanted to show me a really cool place, a night market. I forgot to take pictures as usual so nothing to show, but as an experience it was a great one.


Since it was getting late, we spent an hour looking for hotels with a room with zero results. After the sil's visit I couldn't dream of imposing on her so she took me to get coffee from a legendary Canadian joint called McDonald's, the man in charge said I was trouble and gave me a wonderful new car I donated to Tara, and off I went to the night.

I've said this before, buy I get really lucky with people. Tara is a great example of a person anyone should be glad to have as a friend and a solid tourist guide too.Vancouver area has never been so appealing as it was in her company.

Did indeed happen, legendary Canadian coffee, and a brand new car.

Sorry, I forgot to take pics of Vancouver, I did however do a good job on the road with a camera.

Anna



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