Saturday, April 10, 2004
Restless In Vancouver
Took a trip up to Vancouver, Canada, with one stop in Bellingham, Washington:
En route to Vancouver. Speed limit is 100km/hr and for once it is useful to read the small gray numbers on the speedometer. The skies are blue. The pines are green. The mountain air is fresh and crisp. The road is inviting. The tourists are willing.
Vancouver is a very modern city. The downtown area shelters a big percentage of the population in what seems over a hundred similar-looking metal-and-glass skyrises. Youngsters are flocking the streets. Hip. Happening. Living in the now.
The city is restless. And so are we. We feed off the energy. We would almost blend in, if it weren't for our spinning heads, camera hanging off my neck like a drowning suicide rock, Marie with a map in hand, and me carrying a backpack with straps that "seem to cut me like a knife." Step. Move. Go.
...and when you leave the city headed south on the 99, already plan to return another day for more.
Krassy Can Listen To It: "Root Down" by Beastie Boys
En route to Vancouver. Speed limit is 100km/hr and for once it is useful to read the small gray numbers on the speedometer. The skies are blue. The pines are green. The mountain air is fresh and crisp. The road is inviting. The tourists are willing.
Vancouver is a very modern city. The downtown area shelters a big percentage of the population in what seems over a hundred similar-looking metal-and-glass skyrises. Youngsters are flocking the streets. Hip. Happening. Living in the now.
The city is restless. And so are we. We feed off the energy. We would almost blend in, if it weren't for our spinning heads, camera hanging off my neck like a drowning suicide rock, Marie with a map in hand, and me carrying a backpack with straps that "seem to cut me like a knife." Step. Move. Go.
...and when you leave the city headed south on the 99, already plan to return another day for more.
Krassy Can Listen To It: "Root Down" by Beastie Boys