Yes, Vancouver finally delivered on its promise of heavy precipitation, but there's something bred across countless sodden generations that leads the British to stoically ignore anything wet. It's like rabies, but not French. We donned jackets, kept dry and carried on, as did all this fine city's other inhabitants.
The first order of the day was to clear customs - another queuing, form-filling ritual. Except mercifully there was no queue, and the official who dealt with us was more interested in talking about Johnny Cash than grilling us (he'd seen him in concert five times, but the last time was really just a cash-grab by June Carter Cash, because Johnny wasn't up to performing, and his son's not great although his daughter has some good songs). Which should mean that all our furniture gets delivered tomorrow!
Activities for the rest of the day included buying shower curtains for the new apartment and making sure that the ice maker in the fridge works. A man's got to have his G&T! We also visited Urban Fare, like Whole Foods but just that little bit more expensive. Ben and Jerry's is $8 a pot!! Although that is for a half-litre rather than a US pint. Metric, French, like rabies.
Instructions for the incredible robot toilet in our new flat, so that clears everything up. Hannah tried it. Her judgement: "chilly".
Among the fall colours.
This is our building! We're the second balcony up on the right of the curved bit.
I've given up on speciality coffee places. Here are two Pumpkin Spice Lattes (PSLs) from Blenz Coffee (local Starbucks-a-like). They were pretty good...and my coffee machine should arrive tomorrow.
Pete, starting the day as he means to go on: unimpressed.
Pretzel and Peanut Butter Cadbury's Dairy Milk. This would not go down well back in the mother country.
What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again!
