Van city beech van can city beech

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Above the clouds on the way to Van city. There's a special place in my heart for this city, i always seem to find some sort of magic every time I go, and usually when I need it most. 

We went for a Dutch breakfast, a walk around Stanley park, fancy ice creams (London fog flavoured WUT) and all with the coolest dog and uncle.

Side note, sorry Kelsey and Terra in advance, I took apart your beautiful packing job and repacked... Again... And took out like half the stuff weooooo.

Next stop..........................BANGKOK.... well technically HongKong but you know wassup

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