Awake

I knew going to bed at nine was a mistake, but we just couldn't stay awake any longer. Now it's five in the morning and I'm wide awake - as I've had my eight hours beauty sleep.

First impressions of Vancouver: people - even at customs amd immigration - are jolly and friendly. Air smells crisp and sharp, and autumn is even more colourful than in Finland with multitude of red and yellow leaves. The mountains... are just there all the time and they feel so unreal. Like someone left a huge matte painting there.

I'm going to try to get some more sleep next, more later.