My flight to Japan was in the early afternoon so I had plenty of time margin. I had noticed that there was a Denny's 24 hour diner on the corner. Back in the mid-80s I used to grab an early breakfast in a Denny's after working all night on my dissertation.
I couldn't pass up indulging in a bit of nostalgia. So at about 0800 I left my packed suitcase in the dorm and walked over to the diner.
Diners are part of the US mythology, emblematic of the unattached wandering life. The decor in this one, a diner neon sign and wallpaper of a Texan highway scene reinforced that. From the town names on the signs, Tucuman and Amarillo, it appears to be on Highway 40, near the Texas-New Mexico border.
I splurged on a full breakfast using the last of my Canadian cash. I still had plastic for the train fare to the airport.
At Vancouver Airport, code name YVR because maybe there are too many other airports starting with V, I watched the departures for a while from the observation deck.
By and by I went airside, and soon it was time to board. So it was goodbye Vancouver, goodbye Canada, and goodbye North America. Next time I go around the world, if I can, it will probably be the southern route, via South America.
October 15 was lost to me as I was crossing the international date line.
My further adventures are in the next blog Retiredfeline in Kyushu and Seoul.
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