I pulled into the 7-Eleven...

I arrived in Vancouver last night, after catching the Ferry from Victoria. I wasn't sure how to proceed from there; fellow passengers on the plane from Seattle had advised me to run as fast as I could from the Ferry in order to catch the first bus out. Otherwise, they warned, I would have a long wait.

As it turns out, however, there was a bus line serving the ferry itself. I found the driver at an information desk on the boat and asked him for the best way to get downtown. We took out a map and found Quintin's building; his bus took a direct route into downtown Vancouver. He was kind enough, in fact, to drop me off at a 7-Eleven only a few blocks from the King's apartment. It was no sweat for Q to come pick me up.

Quintin and his family live in a nice apartment on the 13th floor, overlooking False Creek, their children's school, and much of downtown Vancouver. They put me up in Quintin's office, which is all glass on two sides, with an awesome view of the city. I slept on a mattress on the floor, surrounded by city lights and a cool breeze coming through the window. After my 18-hour journey, I was very grateful for such a nice place to rest.


View of Vancouver from my corner bedroom


View from the King's living room

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