Sans Luggage

Kalamazoo proper was almost entirely closed. It took abut an hour to even find somewhere with postcards - and even then the range was not exciting. I ended up going to a bar and grill for dinner as I couldn't find anything else open. I generously tipped after feel bad about asking my waiter to explain how it worked. It wlso mean I had no paper money left when a beggar came at me with a hurricane Katrina sob story - to which she got angry about (this after I'd given her a couple of bucks in shrapnel). Made me feel less charitable.

The bus ride was fine, but long and I didn't manage to sleep on it. Did sleep Toronto-Niagara though, both ways. Niagara was like an even eviler Queenstown.

Got back to Toronto later than expect, host was very forgiving. Toronto is awesome. I went out in the evening and didn't feel scared walking at night in an utterly alien city. Yay Canada.
In the morning I walked to the CN Tower from where I was staying but got a bit lost on the way and thus by the time I got down the town I had less than two hours before my flight left. There was much running and subwaying. I got to the station with negative minutes to spare, but the nice Canadian let me on my plane anyway.

I got to Vancouver to be summoned to the baggage officers desk over the PA. My luggage was in Toronto. So I headed to the ferry with much less luggage than expected. Fortunately my Aunt Ellen was at the ferry terminal in Nanaimo to meet me, or I'd have been in trouble.

Now, I am Matthew the Stinky until my luggage finds me.