100: Gaijin no longer

Here's it is: Post 100, and in a weird turn it sees me back in Canada: having returned for Amanda's wedding this Saturday on Gabriola island. Right now, Amy is putting me up in her apartment on The Drive for a couple of days ahead of the wedding. It is the start of the Repatriation Tour!

The return was a surreal thing of time travel. I spent Tuesday July 13th in Japan traveling, with trains from Maggie's apartment in The Gash to Sapporo New Chitose Airport, and planes from Chitose to Haneda with me sitting in ridiculous business class, and buses form Haneda to Narita in grey, humid-enough-for-gills Tokyo with me begrudging the Americans in front of me who were happy to be getting the hell out of Japan, flight delays and then eventually planes from Narita to Vancouver, leaving at 19:30. I arrived in Vancouver just after 1pm, and I spent Tuesday July 13th in Canada touring around sunny, perfectly warm Vancouver with Amy, taking in Granville Island, fish and chips, Pimm's, beer, and the Vancouver Seawall, which we walked late into the night as, due to the wonders of non-Japanese time zones, the sun doesn't set here until about 21:30.

Bloody glorious.