Beautiful British Columbia

British Columbians are wonderful so long as you don't meet them after night falls. We arrived safe and sound after a two hour flight along the waning sunset. (Note: Do take flights along the west coast at sunset.) A minivan cab took us to our little hotel in what we'll call a colorful neighborhood. We did fine til the night manager asked us to switch to a third room - this at midnight with our bike boxes etc. It turned into a bit of an adventure with threats of cop calling, feet in doorways etc but ended anticlimatically with Todd and I getting a great night's sleep in room number two. The sun rose with a fierceness this morning and we got to work building our bikes back up. Main adventure here involved the bike man in Danville having put the wrong axel into our bike box. This allowed me a great chance to pedal through morning Vancouver though, looking for a bike shop that would exchange axels. It's now early afternoon and we're finally getting to our morning coffee and an exploration of the city - which by the way seems to have a lot of strung out, scantily clad womenfolk. Signing off for now.