Luckily for my dwindling budget at this point, Dad and I have a family friend who happens to live in Vancouver and he has very kindly offered to give me somewhere to stay while I'm in town. On my last night in Seattle, therefore, I phoned ahead and made sure that everything was still okay, and rang the local bus and train information hotline to find out which bus would take me across the Canadian border. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I had imagined that t...