Seattle

Saturday October 3rd, and I had absolutely no plans. I had toyed with the idea of leaving Seattle and travelling on up to Vancouver, but I hadn't made any plans and Friday had just slipped way from me. I decided that I would go to Vancouver the following day, I was waiting to hear from a friend to see if it was possible for us to meet up. Again, all very last minute. I really do seem to have lost my planning gene. Also I was waiting to hear back from Andrea back in Idaho, she had told me that the sheep drive was on the 9th October but they didn't yet know what their plans would be. I have looked at some flights back to Boise, they all go through Salt Lake City, so I might just stop there as it is on my wish list of places to visit.
I spent the day wandering around down town Seattle. I sat in a Seattle's Best coffee shop and thought of Darren and Dustin and how they would both like to be there. And how much I would like them to be there. I guess I was feeling introspective. Travelling alone does have its benefits, but like pretty much everything else in life it has its disadvantages too. I spent most of the day alone and was ready to leave Seattle.
I had to get up early the next morning, the bus to Vancouver was at 08.45 and you have to be at the station at least thirty minutes before that. Chrissie and I had breakfast and then caught the free bus across town. The Seattle transit system is fantastic, in the downtown area it's free from 6am in the morning to 7pm at night. I had used this a couple of times, walking one way and then getting the bus back, or using the bus part way and walking the rest. We arrived at the terminal in plenty of time, "checked in" and sat down to wait. Before we could board the bus a "rent a cop" checked our small bags and ran a metal detector wand over us. Unfortunately the wand was crap as it beeped at every ones foot wear, including Chrissie's rubber boots. What a waste of space!!
The bus ride was uneventful and I wasn't too worried about Canadian immigration, that was a mistake. We all had to get off the bus and then line up with our luggage. Then you were called one by one to talk to an immigration guard. They didn't ask any different questions from U.S. immigration, but they were very rude. I was asked why I was going to Canada, I said to see a friend, then I was asked "Why". I didn't know if it was a trick question, I mean why do you normally go and see friends, because you haven't seen them in a while. I was then told to wait over there for my stamp, so off I toddled. I couldn't believe it, U.S. immigration had been a lot nicer to me and I had wanted to stay there longer. You'd think that Canada had no connections whatsoever to the U.K.. I was one of the last people to get back on the bus, I suppose I should be grateful that they didn't want to do a full body search!!
We arrived in Vancouver and I was glad to get there.