Vancouver/Seattle, Day 4
Oct. 26th, 2011 02:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobet(Yes, it's still Day 4. We are counting trip, not location.)
Didn't actually end up going to bed early last night: ran into the cute Dubliner in the common room/kitchen, where I was eating a pomegranate and freaking out the Australians and Kiwis mightily (nota bene: if you ever want to severely disturb an Australian, get a pomegranate. All Australians polled in the kitchen found it to be the weirdest thing ever, even weirder than passionfruit, which is basically brains wrapped in a layer of tentacles and stuffed into a softball). We ended up hanging out in the common room with a few other people and shooting pool (well, I watched pool. I'm very bad at it) and just chatting until midnight.
Grabbed breakfast and exchanged some contact info this morning (yay $2 hot backpacker breakfast!) and then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
subject_zero and I met up at the Greyhound station. There is this funny thing where bus tickets that are $25 on the website turn into $125 when you are at the station. Funny thing, though: we had laptops. And wifi. $25 tickets it was.
And yes, we did read the confirmation number right off the laptop to rub it in.
The afternoon was pretty much a long bus ride. The customs people took our apples because they were not stickered, so we are immediately starting a business selling apple stickers right before the border. Washington State is pretty: mountains and lakes and trees trees trees. We dorked around and sang Radiohead and were probably generally annoying. At Everett (I think?) two guys got on and one proceeded to tell a story about how being fat saved his life, because he had to go to the hospital for something and they found a tumour in his head, and then he went See this scar here? See it?
Got in a little past 7pm and made it to Jon and Nish's place, which is very nice, and we all went out for dinner at a diner a few blocks away that serves all the drinks in canning jars, including the wine. I had a good pasketti. If we couldn't find any hipsters or related hipsterism in Vancouver, four hours in Seattle have more than balanced the scales. Danny may stop teasing me about being the most hipster thing in twenty blocks sometime soon.
We're now all sacked out on the couches with our various computing devices, being nerds and availing ourselves of stable wireless. Tomorrow's probably going to be Pike Place Market, the Experience Music thingie, and what passes for the Science Fiction Museum (we hear it is small).
For all that I was certain inside four hours that I could never live there, I kind of miss Vancouver. I miss its weird income disparity contradictoriness and excessive coffeeshops and huge trees and cheery friendly hostel people. Wah.
Seattle investigations ensue tomorrow!
Didn't actually end up going to bed early last night: ran into the cute Dubliner in the common room/kitchen, where I was eating a pomegranate and freaking out the Australians and Kiwis mightily (nota bene: if you ever want to severely disturb an Australian, get a pomegranate. All Australians polled in the kitchen found it to be the weirdest thing ever, even weirder than passionfruit, which is basically brains wrapped in a layer of tentacles and stuffed into a softball). We ended up hanging out in the common room with a few other people and shooting pool (well, I watched pool. I'm very bad at it) and just chatting until midnight.
Grabbed breakfast and exchanged some contact info this morning (yay $2 hot backpacker breakfast!) and then
subject_zero and I met up at the Greyhound station. There is this funny thing where bus tickets that are $25 on the website turn into $125 when you are at the station. Funny thing, though: we had laptops. And wifi. $25 tickets it was.And yes, we did read the confirmation number right off the laptop to rub it in.
The afternoon was pretty much a long bus ride. The customs people took our apples because they were not stickered, so we are immediately starting a business selling apple stickers right before the border. Washington State is pretty: mountains and lakes and trees trees trees. We dorked around and sang Radiohead and were probably generally annoying. At Everett (I think?) two guys got on and one proceeded to tell a story about how being fat saved his life, because he had to go to the hospital for something and they found a tumour in his head, and then he went See this scar here? See it?
Got in a little past 7pm and made it to Jon and Nish's place, which is very nice, and we all went out for dinner at a diner a few blocks away that serves all the drinks in canning jars, including the wine. I had a good pasketti. If we couldn't find any hipsters or related hipsterism in Vancouver, four hours in Seattle have more than balanced the scales. Danny may stop teasing me about being the most hipster thing in twenty blocks sometime soon.
We're now all sacked out on the couches with our various computing devices, being nerds and availing ourselves of stable wireless. Tomorrow's probably going to be Pike Place Market, the Experience Music thingie, and what passes for the Science Fiction Museum (we hear it is small).
For all that I was certain inside four hours that I could never live there, I kind of miss Vancouver. I miss its weird income disparity contradictoriness and excessive coffeeshops and huge trees and cheery friendly hostel people. Wah.
Seattle investigations ensue tomorrow!
