Pub. Beer. Food. That was all us weary travellers wanted when we arrived in Vancouver, so we went in the first bar we saw. It had a sign with a picture of beer on it outside, which was a promising start. We got the beers in – I went for the appealing Dead Frog Nut Brown Ale – and found a table. After a few sips of (completely necessary) ice-cold beer, conversation switched to the pub’s décor. The bar was surrounded with the usual sports memorabilia, and there was a jukebox in the corner. On the far wall though, were two six-foot high paintings of headless naked men. Suddenly, the rainbow flag above the doorway made sense. Yes, in a move that could only be described as misguided, we had stumbled straight into the nearest gay bar. Welcome to Canada, lads!
Alright, it wasn’t that bad and the Dead Frog was actually pretty nice, if a touch expensive. We soon moved on and found a burger restaurant called the Red Robin to quench our thirst and feed our hunger. Bottomless Steak Fries are my new favourite meal. Canada was finally off to a good start.
So after sleeping off my jet lag last night, I woke up at 8am this morning (unthinkable yesterday) and took advantage of the free breakfast in the hostel. No bacon, had to do my own washing up, but at least I got a decent cup of tea. It’s raining this morning, and Vancouver seems to be twinned with Sheffield when it comes to precipitation, but I’m looking forward to exploring a bit of the city today before heading to Whistler tomorrow. Only a short blog today, but I’ve not really done much yet. Expect a longer one in a few days about how no-one will employ me and how I’m living in someone’s coal shed.
Today’s wisdom: watch out for rainbows.
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