And how!
Our limousine service is a little Indian man in a small car and initially, I'm not sure where all the bags are going to fit
He gets them in using the front passenger seat that folds away.
But...
The best is yet to come...
Usually, the transfer from the airport to the hotel is one of those serene moments after a long, or short, plane trip.
Usually.
Our first from Vancouver airport to the hotel was in something akin to a party bus, a stretch limousine that was very uncomfortable after 24 hours cooped up in an economy seat. Surely they had a large enough SUV.
Apparently not.
This time around we got what the driver said was a town car, and our looks of amazement that it could take the three of us and 4 large suitcases and 3 cabin bags, was met with a shrug and a statement that the limo company had got rid of their larger cars a year ago.
This driver was determined. He fitted the cases in, and we crammed in the back, all squishy.
But that was the best part of the journey.
We had the original kamikaze. It was 140km or nothing, and being tossed about in the back of the car was just what we needed.
Score: 1 out of 10.
The driver just stopped long enough to toss the bags on the sidewalk and drive off, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
Of course, the hotel didn't have a 24-hour concierge and I guess it was part of a learning curve for staying in downmarket hotels.
More on the hotel tomorrow...
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