Border Crossings: 2
SPOT Location: SPOT is still in box on the living room floor
B - Reporting
Today we drove Swiss Tony, our Toyota 4Runner and home for the forseeable future, down to the docks in Seattle to be shipped to Busan, South Korea. It is packed with camping gear, tools, spare parts...and will never look this tidy again. What have we forgotten? This could be a quiz.
After a brief hiatus at the border when some random dude's medical treatment set off the radiation detector (flashing lights! drama!! guards running around!!!) we drove south.
We were passed by a car with a 'keep your eyes on the road' sticker, which careered across 2 lanes narrowly missing a truck as its driver was on the phone.
Made it to the SEAPAC warehouse with only a slight amount of getting lost and met Bob the Shipping Agent, handed over keys, signed things and left Swiss Tony to be crated up and shipped.
Bob the Ship took us to the downtown Seattle, where after a couple of beers and a random brass band sighting we caught the train back to Vancouver. Our stress levels fell proportionately to the number of beers consumed. And that's science!
SPOT Location: SPOT is still in box on the living room floor
B - Reporting
Today we drove Swiss Tony, our Toyota 4Runner and home for the forseeable future, down to the docks in Seattle to be shipped to Busan, South Korea. It is packed with camping gear, tools, spare parts...and will never look this tidy again. What have we forgotten? This could be a quiz.
After a brief hiatus at the border when some random dude's medical treatment set off the radiation detector (flashing lights! drama!! guards running around!!!) we drove south.
We were passed by a car with a 'keep your eyes on the road' sticker, which careered across 2 lanes narrowly missing a truck as its driver was on the phone.
Made it to the SEAPAC warehouse with only a slight amount of getting lost and met Bob the Shipping Agent, handed over keys, signed things and left Swiss Tony to be crated up and shipped.
Bob the Ship took us to the downtown Seattle, where after a couple of beers and a random brass band sighting we caught the train back to Vancouver. Our stress levels fell proportionately to the number of beers consumed. And that's science!
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