We got lucky yesterday on our zodiac trip! Blue skies and mild (55 mild) temps, and our boys in their fetchingly attractive red buoyancy suits…Kathy and I layered up and said “no” to the red jump suit affairs that are designed for people 6’5” and above…and may or may not have been peed in as there are no bathrooms on the zodiac and it is a 3 hour trip…on water..power of suggestion and all. Besides, they would really make our butts look big. Eddie and Eric are such rule followers….and usually designed sweat-ers..us girls run cold, in a Texas Arizona way. The suit fit my BiL perfect since he tops our at 6’7”, Eddie, not so much…just getting into it reminded me of a toddler in a snow suit having to go to bathroom. Then there is a 50 mph boat ride and Eddie’s floppy lower lid…think dog hanging head out car window. Have I painted enough of a a picture for you? Okay, let’s add one more layer to our picture. there are four rows on the bench seats on our vessel. Logic would suggest that the back seat is better than the front for wind resistance. Guess where our adventure seeking Bassett hound sat? Row one…not totally his fault…of the 10 on our vessel, we were the oldest and slowest to the launch. Eric volunteered to sit front, but the guide/driver said “nope”…a quick look and Kathy and I..we said “nope”. So, Eddie took one for the team. The tour was as advertised, beautiful, except for the part of all of the dead pink salmon (end of their season) that did what salmon do swam upstream, spawned then promptly died. The dead salmon then float back out to sea with the tides and the gulls and eagles (however, they prefer still living) eat the dead salmon, and may do a fly over when the boat spooks them and poop on your head…no extra charge. Circle of life kind of moment, I guess. The scenery pretty spectacular…the dodging tankers and commercial boats and slowing for the kayakers…0-60 in just a few seconds, gets the blood flowing for sure. Kayakers in Vancouver are like surfboards in Hawaii…everyone has one and a Sunny Sunday, do the math…lots of wide swings and speed variations.
We were back on Granville Island just in time for happy hour. 3:00-5:00 daily at most establishments have a great menu and rationally priced drinks. The locals know…like the gulls to the dead salmon, feeding starts at 3:00 ends at 5:00, with stupid tourists paying really high prices…like $25.00 (CAD, so 75% US for a drink…but still-same drink is $6.00 CAD before 5:00). You get the picture. We decided post blow job (boat trip) we would go to the Vancouver Fish Company and eat fish and chips and beer from the local brewery. Well, it was busy. We (meaning our table of 4) slipped through the crack. Covid Kathy (not to be confused with the screaming red face Covid Karen) has a southern coated sweet humorous way of getting attention and correction of the situation. Let’s just say there were two managers and two hours of eating and drinking comp(ed)…and our poor little waitress still got a generous tip. I am not sure how she did it, but a pouty face, and telling the manager she was grumpy equaled no check. While we were inside, the blue skies turned cloudy and we were singing in the rain waiting for a cab, Uber or Lyft…first one wins.
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