Jetlag, thy name is Vancouver

After an epic day of transit (there was a taxi, then a bus, and a train, and another train, and an airplane, and a bus and another bus and a taxi, whew!) I am safely at my brother's apartment in Vancouver, where all the locals are freaked out because there's snow. (Hello! Canada!) In fairness, it seems to be the equivalent of suddenly having 6 inches of snow on the ground in Wellington.

Vancouver is 8 hours behind UK time, so effectively I rocked up at about 6am and then had to sleep through the day, which my system was strangely reluctant to do. (I've never had a problem lazing the day away before, why start now?) It felt like I slept a lot, but it must have been often and for about 10 minutes at a time because that was a loooong night. I think the jetlag is going to hurt this afternoon.

In the meantime I will mooch out a bit later this morning with my camera and see what I can see. And also acquire more tissues. :o( *sniffle* *cough*