After a fairly uneventful ferry ride back to Vancouver, we navigated to one of Barlows friends houses to crash for the night. A case of beer and three Irishman provided great entertainment, and I only had to ask them to repeat what they said a handful of times in the hour…..We ended up having pizza from an Indian restaurant that tickled the taste buds and passed out on three respective couches to get some zzzzzz.
The 9th of August turned out to be one of my favourite days of my Canadian adventure. Vancouver really showed me a good time this trip.
We started the day heading into Granville Island Markets. The tiny island offers everything you could imagine, for every age. First we made a quick stop at my favourite brewery Granville Island Brewery to fill our growlers and then off I to the food hall for lunch. So much fresh produce and the variety of food stalls make the very indecisiveness in me struggle to pick one thing. So I decided on three stalls, walking away with fresh ciabatta, hummus and a fresh pesto pasta.
We needed to leave the Island and make our way to Stanley Park for our next activity. We were unsure what level of entertainment this activity would bring, so we set our standards low. Vancouvers Annual Water Fight. We rocked up with water bombs and high spirits. Hundreds of other people arrived with super soakers with back up tanks strapped to their backs, giant buckets and any other water fight instrument you could imagine. When I say hundreds…..I mean more people than we could possible have imagine….young and old, dressed up and bypasses that joined in. It didn’t matter who you wet, everyone was in the spirit and before we could throw our first water bombs we were soaked through. As you could imagine our little rubber balloons didn’t last long. Us thinking it would be over as soon as everyone ran out of water… Not realizing it was in a water park where the water freely flowed! We were given a large ziplock bag out of pity and took it in turns hunting down new people to add water too. A truly unforgettable experience that everyone should try!! Giant water fight….who can say NO?!?!
After over an hour of constant water being thrown and splashed, the party was showing no sign of calming down and was only growing in participants. But sadly we had to make like the departed for our next highlight. Back on Vancouver Island we were decked out in vests, sashes, and face paint to make us feel like real pirates! Vancouver Pirate Adventure is an interactive pirate ship adventure for any person with an imagination. So Vancouver pirate ship had now recruited Captain Wat of your Kins (Miss Watkins), Captain BarBeard (Mr Barlow) and Captain Bow Down (Miss Bowden). We caused mayhem on Vancouver harbour, harassing other vessels, disrupted a wedding with water cannons, danced up a storm, played limbo on deck, tried to mutineer against our captain, watched sword fights, solved clues to find a missing treasure, and drank “rum” to celebrate our victories. Pretty much all my pirate dreams coming true in a two hour pirate ship adventure!
On a massive high and energy levels seriously depleted, we started the drive that evening out to Whistler, BC to take Barlow home.
The next day in Whistler, Imi and I went exploring in the woods in search of the infamous Whistler Train Wreck. A 6km round trip leading to 7 carriages scattered through the forest next to the train tracks leading down to the river below. To get there, you can walk in part along the train tracks (though this is strongly advised against), along mountain bike tracks, and along rocks skirting a roaring river. The metal carriages have been used as canvas for artists to come and spray-paint to their hearts content. There are so many cool pieces inside and outside the carriages to explore. We ended up venturing on to the top of one carriage to chill out from the heat and take in our surroundings for a while before making our way back.
Back in the Village we spent the rest of our time gorging on food and shopping. Pasta Lupino provided us with the biggest bread basket with oil and balsamic, and we met Barlow for early dinner at Merlin’s in Blackcomb for my traditional pulled pork and chorizo nachos the size of a house!
Once again Whistler turned it on for us. Thanks again for the couches Barlow!