Has it ever occurred to anyone that these two may be related? No equivalent pictures exist for Jessica, but does anyone actually need pictorial evidence ?
Anyhoo, this post is not about Bart or Homer or Jessica, but BART, or Bay Area Rapid Transit, as it is also known.
The ride is not quite as cheap as in Vancouver (Vancouverites, STOP whining about supposedly high transit costs !!): The ride from SFO to Lafayette, for example (just follow the yellow line), rings in at US$ 10.05. But on the other hand, you get to ride the train for a whole hour.
I leave Vancouver airport at 9 am.
|My ride. NOTE: It is NOT raining in Vancouver ;-)|
|Close to SeaTac|
I can't say I remember anything of the 35 minute flight in a Bombardier propeller plane to Seattle except the take-off and the descent just before the landing. I slept the whole way. There is absolutely no customs/passport control on the US side which is very odd. All taken care of on the Canadian side.AND: I'm in the continental US for the first time in ~15 years. I had stopped driving across the border because for European citizens it had become mandatory to provide their finger prints upon entering the US. I thought that was rather retarded, so I stopped going until 2013, when I took Grandma to Hawaii and grudgingly subjected myself to the finger printing. I also noted enviously that Grandma was not required to be finger-printed. When the customs officer pointed out that it was an age thing, I said "OK, only 46 more years ;-)"
When going through US security at Vancouver Airport, I had already placed the fingers of my right hand on the scanner and was just about to put the digits of my left hand on the evil machine, when the guy in the booth said "that's OK, it remembered you".
|Right next to long line-ups of Diesel buses turning my cigarette paper grey|
I am definitely not young any more and hopefully not stupid any more, so this time I decided to travel by BART & electric bicycle.
Finding BART is actually surprisingly easy, and after a 12 minute wait, the rail machine arrives.
|BART at SFO station|
There exists a kind of clearing among this jungle of high buildings. Locals call it Union Square and it is quite famous. Hotels pride themselves of being located close to it. Why? Beats me. Clearings in buildings are rather frequently and they're called parks. But that alone is nothing special. I rather suspect it's the greenback rearing its ugly head again. Not many parks can boast with stores carrying such illustrious names as Tiffany and Saks Fifth Avenue (But it's NOT on 5th Avenue!).
|My nose is growing just looking at this: The Streets of San Franciso with Karl Malden !!!!|
I find the bike store; however they ignored my reservation. All will end well tomorrow morning when I will swap the diminutive girl's electric bike for the real thing.
There is not much time to run around and take more picture since Alan already announced that at tonight's dinner we shall celebrate my arrival. My arrival? Nonsense! It is the summer solstice today. Longest day of the year !!! Now that is a reason to celebrate (or mourn?).