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Border guard much friendlier than the one welcoming greeting letting you back in, that’s for sure. Clean place, but it must help not having a highway anywhere near downtown. Or at all, at least not on a scale I’m familiar with. “Van City”‘s still quite the eco-conscious, keeping a main thoroughfare through Stanley Park—a misnomer, perhaps, for forest—as every taxi’s a Prius and Smart cars outnumber Yellow XTerras. And since we’re limiting this post (before I can get the pics up, much less my little Yuneymoon-inspired movie together) to the traffic there, I’m surprised I managed to return the rental without more than the fucking parking ticket, as I just now learned that the flashing green lights I ran everytime meant right-of-way for left turns. Oh, and note to self: always test GPS after updating, lest the same thing happen again and we find ourselves stuck with only the map to Guam left on the unit because US & Canada’s were deleted.

Tagged cars, family, firsts, marriage, travel