UPDATED: January 10, 2020
This
is the twelfth and final of a series of posts recalling my third annual trip to
Seattle, though at this stage of the trip I thought I had left Seattle for the
remainder of the trip and was at the start of this report in Portland. I’ve
made minor corrections to these reports. Also, I’ve added additional thoughts
with the hindsight of five years later or to add further clarification; I use
“NOW” to denote such cases.
Got
the Amtrak in good time but it was moving slower than usual (at least that's
what they say) due to a freight car lowering the maximum speed. This is apparently what causes the train's engine
to conk out, causing an extra 3 1/2 hour delay.
[NOW:
Amtrak still charged for food during the delay and in fact thanked everyone for
buying all the food, so arguably they benefited from their screw-up.]
I
missed my connection in Olympia but no small amount as a result and didn't want
to be stranded there the whole long weekend so took Greyhound busses from there
to Vancouver, though that meant getting in at 11:30 (actually 12:20 by the time
it arrived).
[I
only have vague memories of Olympia that specific trip, though I’ve since
returned three times. I think the train actually stopped in Lacey; I know I
took a bus to Olympia from the station.
I was given some critical misinformation from a know-it-all on the
train: that there was a Greyhound to Port Angeles (there wasn’t) and that there
was no hostel in Olympia (there was). I
had a late lunch somewhere, but mostly just stuck around Sylvester Park where
the Greyhound depot was, not wanting to risk another missed connection. I recall as few Greyhound stops as it got
progressively darker, including Seattle, Everett, and Bellingham. The woman at the border seemed a bit puzzled
by the amount of stuff I was bringing in but didn’t search my bag.]
[NOW: The hostel referred to above closed and was replaced by Ground Inn, but that also closed so to my knowledge there is not currently a hostel in Olympia.]
There
was no time to notify Vancouver friends on Facebook that I was arriving and I
didn't have their numbers handy anyway, not expecting to be in that particular
Vancouver this trip.
So
went to McDonald's across the street diagonally and then returned to the
station, only to learn they're closed 1 am – 4 am. So I had to find a place that was relatively
safe and warm. I found a warm enough place
but I nodded off briefly (probably less than 15 minutes after which my new-ish
backpack was gone, with a lot of the DVDs, comics, books purchased as well as
probably most my camera memory cards.
Conservative estimate over 10,000 photos lost. I contacted the police but even though it
only just happened they wouldn't investigate (I never saw them patrol either).
Someone claimed they some a bag being tossed
over the fence on the bus/train station property, but since the theft didn't
occur there, when I mentioned it to the security guard he got abusive with me.
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