So, last time we spoke, I was telling you that I was about to head back to the east coast.
This is how it went...
After taking a bus to downtown Vancouver, I connected with the new Canada Line Sky Train. Half of the ride, though, is underground, so it's not technically a "sky" train at that point. But let's not get picky; it's too early in the morning to split hairs about terminology. I'm just happy to clamber on board and be whisked (again, not shaken or stirred--well, maybe a little stirred, emotionally speaking) out to the airport.
En route, we pass over the mighty Fraser River. Still enough trees to be cut down for the logging industry, apparently. Out the front window of the sky train, we see YVR getting closer. I must admit that it freaks me out a bit to not have a human driver on the train. It's all computerized. And very new.
Here's the other side of that carving I photographed upon my arrival here 5 weeks ago. Remember the surprised face? Well, it was on the backside (literally) of "Big Bird" here. Maybe that's why it had such a shocked look on its face. Inside the airport are more examples of native art, which I love.
And this is a parting shot of yours truly, taken inside the cavernous, colourful, and sparkly clean ladies' washroom. I added a few special FX to disguise my true identity...and age!