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Thirty-six hours after finishing work at Steamworks - and fresh from having spent a great final day in Vancouver drinking beers with my ex-workmates, watching an Australian finally win the US Masters golf, and then retiring to my luxury hotel suite for the night - I was making my way across the Canada-U.S. border bound for the small airport at Bellingham, from where my ridiculously cheap ($112 US)...
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