An Irony

We got up at 6:30 this morning and left Ashland before 7 AM. The drive through Oregon was beautiful, if waterlogged; the drive through Washington was beset by somewhat inexplicable and unexpected traffic in odd places. We listened to an audiobook that turned out to be quite good, and the most annoying thing was that though we’d left plenty of time to make it to Vancouver by dinnertime (we were supposed to eat at their house), the traffic gods and border crossing people had other plans in store for us.

Though belated, we made it into Canada and to our hotel, which we discovered upon exploration of the immediate vicinity is essentially Little Saigon. I think I counted more than 15 Vietnamese restaurants on either side of this street along the few blocks we explored. The smells coming out of them were absolutely delectable. The unfortunate thing is that I’m allergic to Vietnamese food.

We found a Indian-style Chinese place instead. It was pretty good.


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