On the morning after the thoroughly ideologized Scots narrowly rejected rejecting their English oppressors, the route I've just recounted for you reminds me that there are English colonial reminders all over the planet.
After a harried day herding felines for a large, multinational consulting company alongside some old and dear archaeologists, at 1630 I do it all again, except backwards, kinda like Ginger Rogers! And I'm back at World Headquarters by around 1830. Mr. Gradgrind woulda been proud. Donchathink?
Skytrain and the feeder busses make for a fabulous way to get around without a car in one of the world's most livable areas. IMHO!