Pixies in Vancouver Vol. 2, Vancouver BC
Wednesday, April 28th, 2004Yaeka and I arrived in Vancouver around noon which gave us a good 7-8 hours for city exploration. Vancouver turned out to be your average city, except it was Canadian! Pointing out all the amazing differences between this foreign country and our homeland were the main sources of humor during our self-guided walking tour, but we found other things to laugh at as well.

The first thing you see coming across the Granville Street Bridge is a ton of construction on new skyscrapers. There was an incredibly large amount of new construction going on in the city and lots of big cranes moving about. While walking around we took a break on one of the public benches to watch a crane lift up huge containers of cement. After a while I realized that it was pretty dangerous being so close to a crane and that it could easily crash down and squish us. I know this because a guy I work with used to work on a crane at Lake Union in Seattle and one day the foundation of it collapsed and he had to jump out as fast as he could!

After parking Rupert in his temporary home for the day, we decided to locate the venue so that we wouldn’t be scrambling to find it at the last minute. We noticed that there was already a line forming and just had to take a picture of them to show you how ready they were with lawn chairs. So really a Pixies fans are almost as dorky Star Wars fans. Anyway, later on we found out that maybe they weren’t total losers and simply were wanting to get one of the hundred tickets to be sold the day of the show, but when you think about it, if they weren’t losers, they’d already have tickets like me and Yaeka.

All the driving and stress of entering a new country had made us hungry so we went on a walk around Vancouver to hunt down some food. We went towards the water away from the venue (which turned out to have a million food places near by) and ended up at Coal Harbour park. It was a pretty nice place tucked away between several new tall buildings.

On the way back from Coal Harbour Park we passed an office building with a little water pool (no fountain…lame) and in it was a duck. Apparently nothing compares to the fresh chlorinated water of this shallow pool, not even the beautiful water of Coal Harbour. While taking this picture, an obnoxious Canadian couldn’t resist quacking at us. Canadians are jerks!

Finally, an hour or two after beginning our hunt for food, we decided on Tsunami Sushi, a place we passed within the first ten minutes of our hunt. It has the same concept as a local place called Sushi Land in Bellevue, but this place was much cleaner with better service and instead of a conveyor belt, the sushi floated around on boats! Awesome!

After getting food, we headed back towards the venue and the dirty part of town. There was actually garbage and gum on the ground as well as multiple adult video stores. We stopped into a Sony store and investigated the cost of a new CD player, but it turned out not to be worth it with the insane sales tax and the weaker dollar. The salesman informed us that “Those days are over for you” regarding our previously awesome exchange rate. Anyway, we walked by this couple. The guy was way shorter than the girl as you can tell by the diagram drawn on the photo.

On our journey to find new foreign places we found a 7 Eleven and decided to check out if it was the same as the ones in the U.S. Well it had an incredibly huge magazine section that could probably knock the socks off of a Waldenbooks any day as well as a huge candy section that included bulk candy! But better than that was all this crazy Canadian candy that I’d never seen before. We decided to get a whole bunch of that crazy Canadian stuff as you can see.
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We decided that this particular candy bar sucked. What also sucked is that my original plan to get a 20 oz. soda and point out how funny it was that it was marked 591 ml was foiled by the excellent deal on a 1L bottle. Foiled again by those clever Canadians!
The remaining time before the concert was spent walking around the very same streets, but this time we stopped in at the excellen Fritz’s European Fry Bar and got some yummy fries with honey mustard dipping sauce that seemed to be made primarily made of mayonaisse. While there, I was also made to look foolish because I couldn’t tell if this one coin I had was a quarter or not and the clerk just had to tell me that it was a quarter. Why can the value of the coin be more obviously written? Come on Canada cut me some slack!




