Had a lazy morning after checking out of the hotel, sat in a coffee bar whilst having lunch. I have to admit that Vancouver now beats Washington as my favourite foreign city. Its the ultimate city for outdoorsy people; I was impressed by the number of people wandering round with skis and snowboards off to hit the slopes.
Later in the day I realised why the train is more preferable than the bus, even though the journey times are very similar. On the train, you pass through customs and immigration at the station, on a bus you pass through as you get to the border. We had to queue for 30mins to get to the border, since only 1 bus is allowed in the customs area at any one time. We then had to off load the entire bus and luggage and queue at the only desk open. After serving 1 person he declared that his shift was over, so disappeared. 15 mins later a couple of other guys came out to take over. After getting our passports checked, we and our luggage had to pass through an airport style security check before being allowed to bored the coach again. I caused a few problems, as they had never seen a European passport, so didn't know what to do with me. Further more, because I was travelling on a visa, he stated to panic and thought there was a myriad of paperwork I should fill in. His supervisor set him straight, but it took a while.
Finally after 4 hours on a coach, we arrived back into Seattle and it started to rain; I never felt so at home.
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