As time passes, people usually smarten up. Sometimes the clever way, sometimes the painful way. I thought I’ll write down a few things that I learned (yes mostly the hard, painful way..) down the road. Satire and insider-jokes may be found in this post, so beware. (more…)
It was a cloudy and fresh Saturday morning in San Francisco, when I got up as early as 6.30 to pack my belongings and head to the Airport. I took a flight to Vancouver where Marianne and Lauren picked me up with their car of choice („he“ was called Randy) and we headed down to Tsawwassen to take the ferry for Nanaimo. (more…)
My train left Eugene on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Trains, although a little bit more expensive than buses, are definitely the right means of transport if you want to see some of the countryside and travel comfortably. Surely a plane would have been faster, but more expensive. The 12 hours ride down to San Francisco provided me with some very picturesque landsides, a plugin adapter for my laptop to watch a movie or two, enough legroom to actually stretch my legs as well as nobody seated next to me so I could turn my aisle into something that felt like a bed. Not bad for 68$, and as the train speeded through the night I saved a night at the hostel, what would have cost me around 33$. (more…)
I got up early in the morning and tried to find the rental station. Not an easy task, as it was in Springfield and not in Eugene itself. However, as always there were helpful people around all the time, so I eventually found it. I rushed up the Interstate 5 to get to my first point I wanted to visit on the coast, Newport. Upon arrival, the magnificent view made me having my lunch on a bench. Although the sun was shining, a cold breeze made me freeze quite a bit, so I decided to take some snapshots and move on, all the way down Highway 101. I pretty much stopped at every occasion (that means more or less every 5-10 minutes) to take some more pictures of this incredible landscape. (more…)
Leaving is never easy. Especially when everyone is leaving into another direction and you know it’s for good. So we went to the Greyhound Station, some going to Vancouver, some staying in Kamloops for some more days. When the driver announced the boarding call for our Bus we finally had to say goodbye to everyone, unknowing whether we’ll ever meet again. After boarding the bus and seeing Kamloops slowly sliding away we all had enough time to recap the past four months we spent together. As we arrived in Vancouver the sadness has flown away, replaced by excitement about all the adventures that were still to come. (more…)