Noone died, but fortunately that doesn’t normally feature in whether I have a good day or bad. Of course, if someone did die it would almost certainly be a bad day. Anyhow.
I’m still looking for accommodation in Vancouver. I know its only day two here but I want somewhere yesterday. I saw two places today. The first was perfect. I’d have taken it there and then but unfortunately I think there’s competition. The place is rented by a couple, Kyle and Jackie. Both from Ontario, Kyle a plumber and Jackie a sign-language student. They seem to be doing it right. Nice yard, BBQ, foosball table, secure toy storage, everything really, and in a cool location. They also seem to be into their outdoor trips which would be a massive bonus. Anyway, there was another Brit there at the same time, Nick, who was starting work in the nearby UBC and someone else straight after. Who knows. I told them I wanted the place but do they want little old me?
Second place was probably a no. Nice lady, Denise, but I’d be a lodger rather than a housemate. Still, it might be a last resort. Sorry Denise.
I wandered from place two on Larch Street to West Broadway. I’d already started to have feelings for this place having walked from Olympic Village to 4th Street and past all the restaurants and bars and shops there. Broadway is more of the same and I think I found a little bit of the vibrancy I was worried was missing from Vancouver. Then I walked from Broadway to Kits beach. Big wide streets, nice quiet places, decks, back-yards, BBQs, people outside, cycling, running, just being outside, dudes on couches (nice couches, not knackered things that actually might suck) on front lawns waiting for the hockey to start, a group slack-lining badly in the park, some crazy guy having to wrap up his power kite – why on earth did he think he could fly it amongst a million people?, people playing tennis, yachting, skating, skim-boarding, sunbathing – and not pasty Brighton sunbathing but North American bikini sunbathing, a man with a huge, real parrot on a stick.
Everyone was outside and not one of them was pissed with a pitbull.