8th December - 12:54 p.m. (PST)
OK I don't have to drag my feet out of the room. My emotion switched from bad to good, thanks to my pair of eyes and gluttonous tummy. I am getting used to the sun hiding behind the clouds. It's perfect the way it is.
Again I skip the bus to walk to the Aquabus dock in Hornby Street. The possibility of losing my way is high, but I am cautious enough to print the maps from home. The 2 minutes ferry ride brings me to Granville Island, my place to visit today.
|Standing at the Granville Island dock, facing Downtown.|
|Yes the main attraction is the public market. It's |
|My first fish and chips, served with duck fat fries. Cider comes separately to warm my body. Edible Canada.|
I'm sorry I don't get you.
To them, HUH is not a word. She asks for my age and I show her my passport. Part of me is a bit happy 'coz I look too young for drinking. I choose to think this way so don't judge please. I don't leave immediately after finishing my food. Too drowsy.
|Vancouver Bienalle, mural on six concrete silos.|
8th December - 10:15 a.m. (PST)
Finally I open my eyes from my much needed sleep. The feeling when you think of work on your holiday - PATHETIC.
FUCK IT ALL!!! I know I will get screwed when I return, for sure. Stop thinking and get on to the plan today.
The itinerary today starts at 6 a.m. so it's obvious I am behind my schedule already. Part of me is contemplating if I should I stay in the room today, since I am late for 4 hours. But I missed Grouse Mountain already. It's rude to allow another day wasted.
[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot