A little more than a week gone by and here I am lying on my living room floor in my pajamas suffering from a bit of jet lag and a nasty sunburn. Yes, I am back in Vancouver after a week of exploring Disney World with Karin and her family. You can check out a couple of the photos on her website.
But what can I say? Six hours each way on an airplane is nothing to write about. Perhaps I should say that the weather was nice, or that the place where we stayed was really cool and close to the parks. Maybe I should reflect on five days of park hopping and riding all sorts of disneyesque rides, or the day at the waterpark where it rained and so we didn’t wear sunscreen, and managed to get scorched anyways. Possibly I could tell you all about Cirque du Soleil, and Pleasure Island, and loads of cool fireworks.

But if you want to know the details, you’ll have to request those personally. There’s just too much to write.

Buses, and shuttles and taxis, oh my…

Over the past week I have had my share of experiences with this thing we call public transportation. Seeing as how the buses here in the big metropolis of Vancouver are/were (who knows anymore) on strike I found myself riding in an overpriced taxi to the airport at 5 AM last weekend. Of course, the taxi driver was really good conversation. He spent the whole trip talking to somebody on his cell phone. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.

When I arrived in Florida, I found myself in the situation that I was 30 miles from the hotel, alone and needing to spend a wad of cash on a shuttle van, which not only tore down the Florida highways at speeds which I’m sure were too fast for a big box of a van to go, but was also filled with an odd assortment of tourists en route to thier own selection of hotels of varying degrees of repair and quality.

Disney World is another story in itself. Shuttle trains, monorails, ferry boats and a wide assortment of ride cars all added to my list of fun and exciting andventures in transportation. Thank goodness for the rental car, which saved us from needing to ride the bus every morning to the parks. These had their own enchanted quality, but all shared the common threads of us needing to stand in line for a long time for the honor of riding. (The one downside to a Disney World Vacation: you travel five thousand kilometers to stand in line. But don’t get me wrong. It was worth it.)

Oh, and don’t forget the taxi shuttle back to my apartment in Vancouver. Not that it was too exciting. But it’s always nice to get to somewhere you can call home after a long trip.