Vancouver, British Columbia
OK, so the whole customs, visa thing pretty much went off without hitch. US customs were predictably surly and fairly unhelpful: they thrust a piece of paper in my face, opened their back door, pointed across the highway and said "take this to the Canadians". Oki doki. So I dodged cars back across the border, was whisked through Canadian customs in no time and avoided the 3 hour wait for the next Greyhound bus when I nice bus drive from another offered ...