I think we set a new record for the latest start today, so by the time we'd walked to Kitsilano (an area in the south of Vancouver) it was time for lunch. We went into a nice mexican called Las Margaritas where we another holiday record, this time for the earliest drink at just after midday.
Once we'd stuffed ourselves with Burritos, Quesadillas and Chimichangas we strolled down one of Kitsilano's shopping streets, picking up a few items along the way. One of the best finds was a shop that sold sweets from around the world. The British section sold lots of things that are a rarity now even in England like Nerds aand Sour Skittles although we failed to locate any Chewits (fizzy or regular).
The touristy market of Granville Island was the next destination, after a short walk that wouldn't be worth mentioning except that we passed an animal hospital. Why is that worth mentioning? Because the outside of the building had been decorated to look exactly like a British Pub, complete with swinging sign. We didn't check out the inside but I hope it had a bar with dog beer on tap and bags off doggie snacks behind the counter.
Granville Island was about what you except from a market, it's probably a fantastic place to go if you actually want to buy food but there's only some many photos you can take of fresh fruit. I'll have to check my camera to tell you how many that is.
From Granville Island we caught the aqua-bus across to Yaletown, where Matt and Jayne's apartment is. Then after a quick rest stop we booked a taxi back to Kitsilano where we were meeting some people for a curry (as a quick segue, the taxi had the most advanced fuel management display I've ever seen - it was practically a video-game in its complexity and reminded me a lot of the french film Taxi, I wish I'd thought to take a photo).
In the Indian restaurant we met up with Lauren and Woody, who both used to work at Blitz another couple called Steph and James who are also British. All of them now work at EA or Radical in Vancouver.
The curry itself was nice if a bit lacking in spice (oh, and they didn't bring out any dips with the poppadoms, what the ...?) . There was clearly something in the curry though as we all descended into a giggling fit afterwards. I've not seen Matt that helpless since the time he laughed so much at work that he fell of his chair. I won't tell you what started the giggling, it doesn't sound very funny out of context.
We rounded off the night in The Frog and Firkin, an English style bar just down the road from the Indian before getting another taxi (without a fancy on-board computer this time) home.
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