I covered a good ten miles of Vancouver on foot today, and my legs ache. It's a beautiful city, sandwiched between the ocean and the looming, mist-shrouded mountains, but in the brief time I had, it didn't call to me the way some cities have. I'm not sure entirely why — it could be because I've been up since 12:30a local time, it could be because it was a hot, sunny day, or it could be because I spent almost all of my time in the tourist-mobbed areas fighting mad crowds. However, a definite part of it is that I hate the architecture, at least in the waterfront area. It reminds me of Miami. I've never been to Miami. It reminds me of how I've always imagined Miami — all the skyscrapers and condos look very new and shiny, lots of pastels and terraced levels. It doesn't have the subtle funkiness of Seattle.
Of course, that's all based entirely on my 7 hours on the waterfront, and it's probable that my opinion would be different of I had seen more of the back alleys and secret nooks of the city.
I just arrived back at the airport — after stressing just a little about getting back in time, some of which had to do with an hour wait for the best fish & chips in the city — to discover that my flight has been delayed three hours. Departing 9:30p local time (that's 11:30p for you Centralers, at which point I'll have officially been up for 24 hours).