I’m far from home, yet home. This is when counter-culture-shock sets in.
It’s so cold here, even in summer, that the kid’s water park has a dryer.
Cars stop at pedestrian crossings. It feels like magic to walk up and immediately have every car stop.
Public toilet doors have wide cracks even when closed. No privacy!
Weed stores. Hehe.
Interesting public art.
Sooooo...what’s in the suitcase?