B2010RT Day 66
Day 66
Pittsburgh, then westbound
Sixty-six day vacation
End up in Vancouver
This is it, the last full day of the road trip. It is an uncomplicated day. I walk up and down Commercial Drive several times. When it starts to rain, I ride the wide loop of the SkyTrain's Millennium Line. I buy and ship some coffee to my mom for her birthday. The weather gets better, and by now I'm at the UBC campus. I pop down to Wreck Beach just to see it; it's deserted. Eventually I meet up with gustavolacerda for dinner; afterwards, we check out the standing-room-only haiku poetry slam pictured above. We have to peer in from outside, leaning on a patio railing; a line stretches back from the door.
No sense in sleeping much; at 2 AM I catch a bus to the airport.
The road trip is over, but I'm not heading home. At the Toronto airport, I meet up with Lindsay. We board a flight for St. John's, Newfoundland. Signage in the terminal seems an ominous portent:
They were all like this
Pittsburgh, then westbound
Sixty-six day vacation
End up in Vancouver
This is it, the last full day of the road trip. It is an uncomplicated day. I walk up and down Commercial Drive several times. When it starts to rain, I ride the wide loop of the SkyTrain's Millennium Line. I buy and ship some coffee to my mom for her birthday. The weather gets better, and by now I'm at the UBC campus. I pop down to Wreck Beach just to see it; it's deserted. Eventually I meet up with gustavolacerda for dinner; afterwards, we check out the standing-room-only haiku poetry slam pictured above. We have to peer in from outside, leaning on a patio railing; a line stretches back from the door.
No sense in sleeping much; at 2 AM I catch a bus to the airport.
The road trip is over, but I'm not heading home. At the Toronto airport, I meet up with Lindsay. We board a flight for St. John's, Newfoundland. Signage in the terminal seems an ominous portent:
They were all like this