YVR
Oct 10th, 2008 by Michael Max
The Vancouver International Airport is a marvel of art and engineering, waterfalls and environment sounds, soaring curving roofs and glassy mazes that are completely in contrast to American cattle corrider and utilititian squares.
Water sounds and saltwater smells greet the weary traveler as they enter the great hall of immigration. It is soft and inviting, and while there is padded carpeting underfoot and a lack of the ever present orange alert fear, the officers at immigration are flak jacketed and armed. Soft does not mean weak. It is such a wild contrast from American airports that always leave me feeling like I’m walking on just the other side of the wrong side of the tracks.