What Bumper Sticker?
It’s quite weird. Practically every car I saw in Washington State didn’t have bumper stickers or any other kind of decoration in the rear of the car. And I saw quite a few of these cars since I was in Seattle at rush hour. This means no Bush/Cheney stickers. Or Kerry/Edwards. Or “Support the Troop” ribbons, American flags, Confederate flags, fish, fish with a cross, fish with legs, Jesus, honor students of Anywho Middle Schools, the AAA, parking stickers, jokes, puns, or anything else for that matter.
Anyways, I wasn’t in Seattle long enough to have seen much else. There were more pine trees than I had expected. The downtown seems to look properly posh for a west coast metropolitan area–with the addition of Starbucks on every corner. There was a car wash with a pink elephant. The space needle appeared shorter than I had imagined.
Other odd things observed: Skies the color of melancholy blotting paper, George Washington’s head (or at least I think it’s him) used as background for highway numbers, and a rest area with free coffee.
But why, you might ask, was I in Seattle when I was in the Vancouver airport as well? That was where I was dropped at the end of the day. I took the bus across the border. The check point was quick, for me at any rate, although the entire bus was held up at the border for an extra half hour because a lady was questioned by the customs officials. She had brought a kazillion bags with her. Which was rather impractical, isn’t it? Don’t get sidetracked by the duty free stores. If you’re traveling, you don’t need much with you besides the necessities.
At first, I was fooled by the gas prices in Canada. $1.06? Holy smokes, maybe I should have gone across the border by car instead. But then I realized that this was per liter, not per gallon. And if you do the math, it’s actually quite expensive.
So thus begins my travelogue for the next couple of weeks. I’ll be around Vancouver and its surrounding areas (and maybe a little of Seattle if I get around to it). And photos! I’ll get some up once I’ve subdued the digital camera I’ve borrowed. Oh, and if you have any suggestions for where I should go, don’t hesitate to drop me a line.