Sunday, 16 September 2007

Summer Hols West - Vancouver 2

Summer Hols West - More Vancouver

Time for some touring around Vancouver.
But first, we needed some breakfast.
We asked this very helpful piece of art which way to the dining room.



Yesterday, we noticed these three works of art.
Today it clicked that they were essentially great big springs.
Look what happens when you give them a bit of a bounce...
If this video makes you laugh out loud scroll straight to bottom of this blog entry and leave a comment right now.
Go on - do it - we can wait.



OK, so maybe Cayde is getting a bit bored with all the waiting, but the rest of us are fine.



Blue punchbuggy outside.
Well, I think it is a blue punchbuggy.



I'm amazed that this thing is actually registered.



Speaking of cars (yes ladies, this is another blog post featuring cars :-P) just about every taxi in Vancouver is a hybrid - mostly Priuses and Camrys (Camries?)



Down we go to Gastown - essentially the Rocks of Vancouver.




Steam powered clock.





Alien taking a bath.



Brewery.



Dragon forgot his keys again and has to climb in through the balcony.



"Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1?"
"I think I am B2 - It's Fashion Retailing Time!"





The aliens transported the Coliseum to downtown Vancouver.



Street lights in China Town are powered by dragon farts.



Some of M.C. Escher's early work as a street artist.



The aliens have landed.



And they drive funky blue cars that travel up and down the side of this building.



But here comes Godzilla to chase them away!



While his brother attacks the Eiffel Tower.



As I was wandering the streets of Vancouver, a thought struck me - I wonder how long it is until the Olympics are in Canada again?
Well, what do you know?
There is a clock sitting in the park specifically to answer that very question.
How convenient is that?



We stumbled upon another Fairmont, so we had to have food there.





Check this out - the Vancouverians bolt these funky metal spirals to the ground for people to lock their bikes up.



They even cater for giants (who are not too gentle and broke this one...)



So what do you do if you can't find the keys to your bike lock?
You leave the locked bits behind and ride off on whatever is left.

1 comment:

Normaf said...

lost the razor, mark?