We have arrived at our hotel after an impromptu local color tour given by our tow truck driver, of White Rock, Surrey, Richmond, and finally the streets of Vancouver leading to Canadian Tire (he was particularly diligent in pointing out the hotspots for prostitution for some reason). We piled out of the two-person passenger seat all three of us had been squashed into for 30 miles, and dropped our car off in the hopes of having it repaired by tomorrow afternoon so we can return to Seattle according to schedule. Given our luck so far, we'll be lucky to get back at all...
The cot we've been provided is the same size as one of the regular beds, requiring extensive rearrangement to shoe-horn into the room. Even the hotel clerk looked surprised when he brought it in.
Observations: the US dollar isn't worth spit up here, gas (petrol) seems fairly inexpensive at CD1.05 ... until you realize that's the price per liter (about 1/4 gallon), the taxi drivers are blind, and nothing is open late... but at least the people are friendly, even when they're bleeding you dry on tow fare. Oh, and it's cold.
Late-late-night pizza, Pepsi, and Canadian TV ensues until we pass out.
Tomorrow better be worth it.
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