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To the village, to the aunt, to the wilderness, to Canada
When I was looking for housing, I was unpleasantly surprised by the lack of hotels in Vancouver with the required configuration – there were no triple rooms for a reasonable price, therefore I resorted to airbnb.com, where I almost immediately found a good option. And there, in the house of a certain “free artist” Dave, we headed in the morning after leaving the hospitable cruise ship.
The first question is about Vancouver: from the windows of the taxi I noticed that along many streets there are not 2 lines of trolleybus wires (round trip), but as many as 4, however, they do not intersect with each other. For what? So that trolleybuses can overtake each other? Stupid … Most likely, the lines are stretched by competing trolleybus fleets, which could not share the costs of laying them?
Dave arrived at around 11 a.m. Quiet green district, perhaps some Sikh temple nearby does not fit into the picture. Surprisingly, the door of the house was open, we entered … So. Kitchen … Bedroom … Continue reading