Our flight was good - we had a brand new plane, our own tv's, mood lighting (yes!) and the usual plane food. The 14 hour haul was fine until we got to the airport and my bag wasn't there (it didn't leave Sydney). I went 3 days wearing the same t-shirt and jeans. Thankfully Sopho took me to army navy where I could pick up some super cheap essentials. Army Navy is the equivalent of the reject shop, but clothes.
Sopho and Josh are the greatest hosts ever (by the way, the view from their apartment rules, especially for people that like mountains and trains):
Just outside Josh and Sopho's in Gastown
They put us up at Josh's dads 2 beddy so it felt a bit like hotel living for a couple of days in Vancouver - it was sensational. The first night we got in turned out to be fairly big. After a sleep we headed out to Chambar (Josh is the bar manager) and ate incredible food and sipped fancy drinks
...and followed the meal up by watching Vancouver Canucks slam the Detroit Redwings at the hockey.
Then we were off to Boneta where Brand greeted us with Coopers Sparkling and more shots. Met up with Rhek and Scratch Bastid who kindly put us all on the door for SB's gig later that night. I managed to go out for a little bit (against the wishes of my jetlag) because I missed out on Fav Rock, but it didn't last long. The boys however, were out until early and against all odds, managed to find their way home.
Next day we were out and about in Vancity...
Front page news
Walking downtown - the triplets
Van - looking good as always
and got seats at the local hockey (Vancouver Giants v Kelowna Rockets) and we were so close that it was almost too close. I got a good look at one of the Van players getting his front tooth pushed back in place by the medic. There were plenty of fights and K-town kicked some Vancity ass in an overtime shootout which made me happy.
Monday morning we were off to Big White in this hire car - it ruled
If anyone was wondering what 'Cracktown' is...
Yep, they're all homeless, or dealing or crazy. Cracktown aka Gastown, the most historic part of Van is home to crackies and their trolley's.
On the way to Big White, we saw these
Sorry guys, we did take a photo of the tracks that Rambo rode his stolen bike over, but I think I deleted it. So here's a pic of the bridge instead:
We managed to go riding for an hour and a half yesterday because we're soooo fit. A little longer today. Now we're off to gorge ourselves on 30c wings at Snowshoe Sam's.
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