Vancouver

Arrived in Vancouver around midnight last night. Caught a taxi to the hotel, and after a quick check to determine that Canadian TV is mostly rubbish (and largely American rubbish at that), passed out.

I took a shot of the countryside while it was still daylight outside the train:

Ah! Washington, Washington...

The hotel is a bit more hotel looking than the last one:

The smug asshole is back.

A room.

A Canadian TV. Only 30 channels. The last hotel had more porn channels than that.

One Bathroom.

The view from the balcony.

to the left slightly.

90 degrees to the right.

A panorama of same, the next morning.

There were also coffee making facilities.

I knew it had been at least 8 hours since Ken had last had shit American coffee.

The Coffee whitener is a lie.