Seattle, Vancouver and back to Seattle

So La Puta Madre has run into it's first little snag. We knew it was going but the starter finally went on the 16th. We dropped it off at a mechanics place and are trying to do our best without our beloved means of travel. If you ever get out to the Seattle area there's a cool hostel on Vashon Island, the name escapes me right now but if you get to the island ask for the hostel with the teepee's, everybody is really nice. So after two nights living the way of the people that were here before the mass genocide we found a bus to take us up to Vancouver. The night before we left though we met this guy Jonathon from the island who, the next day, let us take a gander at the underground domes he was living in. Apparently some eccentric architect lost them in a divorce so there a little unfinished but he's basically living in them for free. So after about 4-5 hours on a bus we got into Vancouver and immediately hightailed it to the dirtiest part of the city we could find. Not really by choice, it just so happened that it was where our hostel was. Vancouver is amazing, other than our little area is was real clean and had some really cool architecture. Its amazing how some places you go you stumble upon an entire way of life where everyone is just entirely helpful and friendly. One in particular, to Karen our french siren and Johnny's favorite, thanks for the extremely bizarre good time. So after three nights there we rushed back to pick up the car only to find it still in pieces. So with the mother still down and out we forced to bum it in Seattle, which should be cool because our last time through all we really did was take some time to decompress in teepee's.