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The guesthouse we found on the net in downtown Vancouver is an old building lovingly and expertly restored by a couple of travellers that decided to stop for a while. When they found it the building was due for demolition and was the third oldest building surviving in Vancouver. While Andrew goes out to a Seven Eleven to get some milk for breakfast a cat calls me softly from outside my door. She is a pretty grey tabby and wafts in to inspect my room. Soon a second one is peering through the doorway and I invite it in too. We have cuddles as I am missing our cat and dog and then I send them back. This guesthouse has a web address and the pictures will be able to show you better the amazing restoration that has been done on it.
In the morning we breakfast then walk to explore this town. Our usual thing is if there is a tall viewing experience we go there and get our bearings and usually learn lots about the history of the place. It is the Vancouver lookout and on a clear sparkling day ( the locals keep telling us we are lucky as it has just been raining where ever we go!) do the 360 degrees thing. The snow capped mountains are mostly to the north but there are more to the east further away. In the north we see the twin lions ( two snow capped peaks). I watch seaplanes land and take off. A massive bridge and a sound that stretches on and on towards the mountains. I think I like this city even more than Seattle and wonder if our dog would mind a fairly major move?
We walk on to Gas Town, see the steam clock and on this crisp morning the steam billows out.
14th February and we have decided on a day trip to Whistler by Greyhound.
Home by Greyhound and we learn that a Canadian born Australian has won gold in the Freestyle event in the Turin winter Olympics. Next day the newspaper headlines declare "Canadian wins gold for Australia" !
15th February. Decide on a restful day and taking the advice of our guesthouse hosts Janine & Ken, we catch a trolley bus to the University of Vancouver to visit the Museum of Anthropology. There is a large chunk of this place dedicated to the First Nations of the west coast of Canada. Totem poles, carvings, canoes and we spend a gentle few hours with two bus loads of primary school aged students who scurry around and complete drawings of the exhibits in front of them. Outside in the grounds of the University we see our first squirrels on our travels and my first ever that are black. They are so pretty and we see at least two pairs.