There comes a point in any long vacation where you run out of steam and are ready to head home. Today was that day – all four of us hit the wall, bigtime.
Not too shabby, eh?
(Not to worry… I still have reading material, via the Kindle app on my phone.)
Today, we arrived in Vancouver and spent a large chunk of the morning slowly working our way off the ship, through customs, and onto the bus – about two and a half hours, total. I was surprised at how much longer the process took at the port than the airport. I’m sure it has to do with several thousand people arriving at once, rather than staggered by flight times.
And the Lion’s Gate bridge:
After the tour, we had the entire afternoon free – and did nothing with it. We just couldn’t get up the oomph to get back on the train (which is not even a 10 minute walk away) to head back into town.* We were just, well, done. It’s totally a shame, because Vancouver looks like a hell of a fun city, but our tourist mojo has run out. I decided to add this to my “must visit again” list and take a nap.
Of course, tomorrow we have our final organized tour of the trip – a 12-hour odyssey of buses and ferries to Butchart Gardens and Victoria – so I’m hoping for enough sleep tonight to make that final push.
* Our hotel is at the airport… And by at the airport, I don’t mean the nearest one by shuttle bus. I mean you exit the lobby by an escalator that ends at US departures desk.