[Peyote George, as he shall be presently known for purposes of record-keeping, assisted me in finding my way to the Pike Place Market, a quaint farmer's market along the lines of Boston's Quincy Market, only with more fruits and veggies than restaurant-type stuff... Well-fed, and deliriously exhausted, I taught myself the intricacies of the Seattle bus system (which arent all that intricate), and returned to Ian's house, probably with blackberry juice all over my face... Needless to say, upon hearing of my day's trek, Ian and Bronwyn were fairly impressed...]

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