When I got back from a short stay on Mayne Island, I met up with my fellow train-traveller Dawn and her friend Earl. We went to the famous market on Granville Island which was surrounded by artists’ studios where you could buy original prints and jewellery and glassworks for a generous sum. Needless to say I held back from any such purchase and will be acquiring all of MY souvenirs from either Chinatown or a shop I found which sells an assortment of salmon species cooked and packaged in various ways. They even have salmon jerky.
We then took a walk up to, and around, Stanley Park which lies on a round peninsula to the north of the city. There are a lot of geese there, and turtles too, although we were disappointed when we failed to spy the bear in its enclosure. My suspicions were that it had long since escaped, seeing as its living area was pretty run over with weeds and litter, and nobody had realised because everyone who passed by assumed it must be asleep inside its cave. I didn’t alert the park attendant to this theory however because there was a playground nearby full of hideous screaming children, which would seem very attractive to a bear, and the possibility of a bear attack quelling the insufferable ruckus (albeit after a brief period of heightened hysterity during said attack) was extremely attractive to ME. So I walked on, snickering quietly to myself like Dick Dastardly. Or, admittedly, Hitler.
The Lost Lagoon in Stanley Park. The spray from the fountain carried almost all the way to the path at the edge:
Dawn and Earl in front of Grouse Mountain, which they climbed last week. It took them two hours and they were so tired that Dawn couldn’t get out of bed the next day to meet me from the train. They wanted to take me today but I politely declined. I don’t want to die, thanks.
The ‘Girl in Wetsuit’ statue symbolizes Vancouver’s dependence on the sea:
There are totem poles in Stanley Park (Earl did his ‘warrior face’):
English chocolate in a slightly seedy comic book store:
