Here's how our conversation unfolded:
Driver: Where are you from?
Me: Here.
Driver: Lucky you.
Me: I know. It's amazing. How about you?
Driver: Toronto
Me: I used to live there
Driver: I'm moving here.
Me: Really
Driver: Yep. Going to go home, pack my bags, and come west.
Me: Why?
He stopped in his tracks. Looked back at me with a wry smile.
Then he turned the rickshaw 180 degrees so it faced North. There were throngs of people.
He pointed.
That's why, he said with conviction.
He was pointing at the snow-capped mountains framed by downtown skyscrapers.
You could see them at the end of Granville Street. Grand and beautiful as ever.
I know exactly what you mean, I said.
