Friday I left Whistler. Sad day.
I got dropped off at the spot my printed map had told me. It was in a weird spot- by itself on a long stretch of road. When I got there, no one else was waiting. There was one wheelchair accessible mini-bus waiting empty (no driver). So I hunkered down on the side of the road and sat. And sat. And sat.
At about 3 minutes until the time the bus was supposed to leave, I was getting worried. No one else had shown up with luggage like me, and no driver had come. I was starting to think I was in the wrong place.
Finally, a guy walks out from some path through the trees and asks, "are you going to Vancouver?"
I was waiting in the wrong spot. And was about one minute away from not making the bus.
But it all worked out in the End!
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