31/5-3/6: I arrived in Seattle on a gray and cloudy, but rainfree Thursday. Finding a place to store my green, monster backpack for the day turned out to be a lot harder than I thought it would, and I ended up having to walk all through downtown for atleast three hours until I eventually found the Greyhound station and could leave the burden there.
The rest of my stay in this beautiful city by the ocean, I mostly walked around, from morning until dark, and tried to experience as much of the city atmosphere as possible. It rained a little a couple of times, but most of the time it was sunny – which, I believe, means I was extremely lucky with the weather. If there’s something that Seattle is known for, it’s the rain.
I could, of course, do the same thing with Seattle as with Vancouver, that I write about my days one at a time. But for some reason that doesn’t feel right. Now, in my memory, Seattle is the city of many originalities and special features, and the best way for me to tell you about my Seattle would be to divide all my impressions into different themes. Not chronological, but by subject. So, let us start with Miles.
Katja Malmborg 