backstage at our third and final canadian show, i thought i'd take a minute to reflect on my experience here. first of all, the canadian border guards treated me like a terrorism suspect. it took an hour and a half to get through, and would have taken much longer had ed harris not swooped in and cut through hours of dense red tape with a drop of his stamp. we were too thankful at that moment to opine about the ridiculousness of the preceeding ninety minutes. we were in british columbia.
vancouver had a slight eastern bloc feel to it. unoriginal and utilitarian architecture abounds, but the geography was amazing. i thought we were gonna roll up to this 'north american amsterdam' and blow into some weed cafe and suck down a carrot-sized joint each. but as it turns out, all of these cafes have been shut down. now all you can do is bring your own weed to the cafe. but my question to that is who wants to bring their weed to a weed cafe to blaze? i could think of a million places i'd rather smoke a fattie. the whole allure to the vancouver or amsterdam weed cafe is that you order your jernt like a latte. oh well.
long drives on the canadian highways were great for an american like me if for no other reason than the views on both sides are totally void of billboards. after a couple of days, we were surprised if we saw even one. the us could use a lot less of them. they cheapen the geography. i'm glad canada keeps it in check.
vancouver to calgary was arguably the most beautiful drive i've ever done. i want to live somewhere along that mountain road, though my kiwi friend here begs to differ. apparently new zealand is where it's at....
one of these days