Our first mission of the day was to find a hotel that didn't require a translator, a heroin addiction or a biological warfare suit. This was done by visiting the one next door the The Howard Johnson - fans of Blazing Saddles should be cheering now.
We spent the morning with a walk around Stanley Park looking at totem poles created by the First Nation People (that's injuns to you and me) and counting the staggering amount of Starbucks Coffee shops that are in Vancouver – a search of the Starbucks website tells me that there are 63 within a 2km radius of downtown, and I wondered to myself what is sadder; there being 63 or me knowing it?
In the afternoon we walked around Granville Island which is a nice, arty, funky area of town. As is often the case we were caught by the tractor beam of the local brewery to sample a fine selection of beers, ales and stouts. Top marks went to the Maple Syrup Beer (did you honestly expect anything else?) and the Buckfast gutrot award went to the Christmas Ale which was 9% liquid puke.
I always had the impression that Vancouver was a very clean, safe city but whilst we walked home we noticed the huge amount of bums begging on the streets. The last time I had seen this many bums was when I stumbled into that gay porn cinema in Amsterdam – and at least they were clean.
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