We slept well in this nice hotel, Pan Pacific, on the water front with a fabulous view over harbour and mountains. Sea planes land and take off outside, soundless through the double-glazing and nearby hordes of cruise passengers are waiting to board their ship. Not us this time, we’re off to FlyOver Canada. What a fantastic experience! After a preliminary pleasant video montage and a safety briefing we are strapped into a seat with belongings stored in a pouch underneath, the lights dim and we are rolled forward into a white void which is the screen and we are off, zooming above a river filled with rapids, soaring over a snow-topped mountain. Bursts of mist on your face add to the illusion and you almost kick the mountain peak below. I think I might have screamed all the way with a great big grin and an underlying fear of losing my shoes. Some people admitted to fear of losing their breakfast scrambled eggs so we all handled it differently but everyone loved it. 10/10.
Next the bus took us to Gas Town where Vancouver had its beginnings and a street lined with souvenir shops. Who buys pyjamas covered in maple leaves? I asked around and one person bought a frig magnet. Happy to drive to Granville Island to the markets where locals shop for sumptuous fruit and vegetables and a few crafty items.
Fabulous cherries but no time to eat them. David and I had a delicious clam chowder lunch in a bustling seafood restaurant The Sand Bar where I counted 12 chefs out front and no doubt more out the back. The island is also the site of a concrete factory where all the trucks are painted brightly; I didn’t photograph the strawberry, but did get the corn
Our painted silos are better but at least they are trying.
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ReplyDeleteHard to believe that you didn't buy any cherries (they don't let you edit any typos once you hit publish).
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