Gas Town

A brief word aside - as you know, my readers, I do not complain (mostly) in this blog, but I do find myself in need of your help. I recently fell hard (literally) and caused some serious damage to my knee. With it being my left leg, I can't drive my manual transmission. To see how you can help me trade my crutch and clutch for a safer drive in an automatic ride, click on the following link or in that box to the left with the image of me entitled, "Crutches, Canes and Cars." Thank you, Readers!!!

Now back to our story!

May 1, 2016 - The last full day of our vacation.

It was an easy going morning, this day in Canada. I did get up and dressed in a hurry so to not miss breakfast inside the lovely and elegant Victorian B&B. Half awake, my comrades and I enjoyed egg quesadillas. It was a heavy breakfast, but pleasant.

Dennis, the owner, visited with us for some time and then we headed out for our adventures. It was surprisingly warm when compared to the day before when we were all freezing. The day was GORGEOUS so we set out to the beach on the north west side.

Beach-side Seats in Vancouver - Yes, there is snow on the distant mountain range.

Three of us stopped for coffee before we stopped to watch a marathon run by. It was a lot of fun cheering on the runners!

A Canuck saw us looking over a map and began to give us advice on what to do next. The conversation brought us to a well known place in Vancouver, perhaps your city has one too: China Town. We asked if China Town was sketchy as we had heard that there were strange happenings over there, and she told us that there were some odd areas surrounding the area. Being that I have some experience in New York, I asked, how odd it was and added, "Do people get mugged there?"

The woman drew back and said as if offended, "We don't use that word here." Then she asked me what it meant, so I explained (robbed violently or pick-pocketed) and she explained, "No, they won't bother you. There's a LOT of homeless and a ton of druggies, but they mind their own."

Sounded good enough for us. Our tour guide then recommended a few streets for us to see and off we went!

It was really warm and our path was mostly up a rather steep grade. I regretted not wearing shorts, but my short sleeve shirt helped tremendously. The trek was all uphill and we passed some unique shops, including a Popeye Supplement Store that's neighbor had a poster in the window advertising a familiar cruise...

The streets that we trod were a very different side if Vancouver than what we had been seeing. There were the most interesting things for a social scientist to observe. There were a number of people sleeping on the streets and yet they were doing so on the stoop of a Nordstrom. This main street that we were traversing is essentially skid row and Rodeo Drive in one. It was strange. We learned through the steps of our travels that the city is VERY expensive. From rent to food, everything. This being said coupled with the housing issues, it wasn't surprising to see so many homeless, but it only went downhill from there (literally).

But there really was FANTASTIC architecture there.

We made it to the east side and visited Gas Town, their Old Town. Although the plan had been to go to China Town for lunch, it was after noon, so it was time to eat. We found a nice street side cafe and watched the day go by. Gas Town was full of fun facts and things to see. There was a steam clock that played beautiful tunes every 15 minutes. The cobblestone streets, trees and brick buildings made for a charming scenery. We learned that in 1873 Vancouver had a poppin' population of 75. Just 75. A man called Gassy Jack, due to his gassy winded speeches (of course), was one of the founding fathers and helped to name the city.

The Steam Clock.

The Heart of Gas Town

Vancouver grew exponentially after the Hong Kong colony became independent more recently. People of that region moved to Vancouver because it was cheap, but as a consequence, many historical buildings were torn town to build high rises. There are now a growing number of restrictions helping to prevent further destruction of housing/historical or affordable, which brings us to our next section - skid road (or row, depending on what you prefer). 

We came across what we thought was a street fair, but turned out to be a homeless swap meet - I'm not being mean, this was genuinely what it was. We walked through and made it to China Town. The China Towns that I'm used to are full of life, bustling, active. This China Town was a GHOST town. Apparently, skid row keeps tourists and locals away, go figure. The locals are taking huge measures to restore and revitalize the whole situation, but it takes time. I really do mean this people of Vancouver, your China Town is beautiful. 

View of the Pond in the Chinese Cultural Center

We found a fun Chinese Bakery and picked up a few snacks. Turns out that we stopped at the most popular Chinese Bakery in Vancouver as according to their local post, so that was a delightful surprise.

The cultural center was lovely. Imagine a high walled bastion surrounding and protecting a forest with an ancient castle inside. It was almost like a fairy tale. In the center of it all was the pond. We watched the turtles and coy fish swim and tan. Carolyn and I gave two turtles a dialogue as they competed for a rock. But alas, our companions had moved on, so we never were able to see the end of the duel.

Up the steep hilled street we went until we found a rest-stop: a Starbucks. There was a whole bunch more craziness happening in this square where we stopped than I would have normally accepted as normalcy, but we didn't linger long before we began to trek back. However, the rest of the journey was up hill. Finding our way back was a tad stressful, but we found our way. Once we were back in our neighborhood, we did some independent explorations. I went to the teashop I had visited the day before to get another Boba/Bubble/Pearl tea (remember, this name varies by region). It was a lovely stroll across Vancouver, but we were ready to head back to the B&B - there was a Jacuzzi with our names on it!

Carolyn, Felicia and I were the first ones in, but Maggie joined us soon after. We laughed and relaxed in the pleasant steam of the ensuing bubbles. I ended up staying with the girls after Maggie retired for the night. Carolyn and I helped Felicia distribute the weight of her luggage and we just laughed and laughed. It was getting pretty late and we had a long day of travel awaiting us.

As I went to sleep that night, I thanked God for presenting me the opportunity to travel with these three ladies. This was one of the most fun trips, certainly one of the most unique, that I have yet enjoyed. It was a pleasure, a blessing, a gift to expand my horizons with this cruise and my company. Thank you, Maggie, for popping your head into my office on a whim to see if anyone was interested in hopping aboard a great little ship called, "Nieuw Amsterdam."

Until Next Week, Dear Readers, when things take a Magical twist...

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Your humble author,
S. Faxon

Canucks and Us

Our last morning on Nieuw Amsterdam.

Maggie was out of the room early. I slept in until 7:45 (it's a big deal when your daily grind begins around 5am).I hopped out of the bed, pulled together the last of my items, then said, "Fair winds!" to our little room. Up to our table I traveled to write and to enjoy our final morn. This ritual of being at the table first had become something of a routine and it was nice to have downtime. The view from my table was superb. Before me lie the great city of Vancouver. My particular window-scape looked out over Stanley Park, the West-North-West snow topped mountains, an enormous train station, and a floating Chevron Station (a fuel dock). On the port side was the odd Convention Center on steroids.

Floating Gas Station

This was the major stop for most passengers and as such the vessel was relatively empty. I made up my breakfast - bread-less eggs Benedict, a banger and two cooked tomatoes. Coffee happened. The girls joined me and we took our time. We wanted to be the last off and we just about met that goal. Our bags were literally the last to be picked up. Exiting the cruise boat and the area surrounding was extremely easy. The nice Canadians hailed us a van and in we all hopped, off to see our B&B.

The drive to Barclay House B&B was quick and easy. In no time at all, we found ourselves before a yellow and white trimmed Victorian from 1904. It was storybook cute. We met a lovely German family on the porch as we brought in our bags. Our two rooms, the Haida Way and the Garden were the ground flats. We passed through a lovely garden with gold, white poppies, maroon colored leaves of Japanese maples and a whole ton of untamed flowers. Essentially, exactly what I hope my future front yard will look like.

Waiting to check in!

Maggie's and my room was adorable. It was all yellow with red furnishings, tulip lanterns and a sitting area. The red couch in the fore room was to be my bed so that Maggie could enjoy a proper bed. Our room was referred to as a "bachelor," which I had never heard of - I would describe it as a kitchenless studio, option one bedroom. The bathroom did have a door, so I suppose that makes the difference. There was a deep, white coffin tub with a long shower pipe. Adorable. If it had a kitchen, I could live there, but I hadn't seen Carolyn and Felicia's rooms yet. 

Their room would be my first choice, but mostly because it had a Jacuzzi tub!!!! That's right, a full, raised, corner jacuzzi in the room. We didn't jump in right away, as we had adventures to get through, but we made a date for it later. There was no way we were going to miss that opportunity.

With no plans, no reservations, we headed out to see what the road would bring. 

A block hadn't passed beneath my feet before a Canuck stopped us to visit and then give us travel and sight seeing suggestions. She recommended that we go to a local store called Chocolate Mousse, a particular Italian restaurant and that we go to Stanley park. Following our guide's suggestion, we went to the little store in which I found a fun rucksack, which has since become my favorite bag ever. It's next to me now as I type this. I LOVE sturdy canvas bags and this one came with a lovely selection of pockets AND the option of turning into a backpack or shoulder bag...#sold.

While Maggie ran back to the B&B to grab a sweater Carolyn, Felicia and I went to an Asian Tea store to get something refreshing and so that Carolyn could experience Bubble/Boba/Pearl tea (It's called something different everywhere you go). At some point we also stopped at a Starbucks where we received a free drink because they made one of the orders incorrectly...but this met expectation and I got free caffeine, so all was good.  

Once Maggie rejoined us, we strolled through Stanley Park which is alongside the waterfront in Vancouver. We were amazed by the lush green, forest park. It was beautiful. We found a bench that looked out to the Rowing Club and ate the sandwiches we packed from the cruise boat. We were well prepared travelers.

As we were sitting there, we spoke to a lady for well over a half hour and it all started because we four women locked on to the cutest dog any of us had ever seen; a Black and Tan Pomeranian. Trust me, I know - but when they are shaved, they are adorable. I'm not much of a fan when they are Pom-Poms, but holy cow, this dog was cute. 

Lunch time!

At some point we resumed our walk and the race was on. Maggie took off with Felicia, so Carolyn and I stopped and admired the roses, the flowers, the birds, the scenery as we strolled along. The first pair were CONSTANTLY waiting on us. Felt bad, but I could have easily enjoyed the entire day exploring the park, reading the historical signs and watching the people, the boats, the seaplanes, and the Eagles. Yes, Eagles. When we sat at lunch, I spotted the beauty soaring over the trees and it was breathtaking. 

EAGLES!!!

We found some amazing totem poles that told of the legends and the stories of the local artists, many belonging to the local tribes, the Haida people. The Haida were either the dominant local people or the local nation, can't quite recall which (if you know, please leave a comment below!), but they were the featured tribe. There was a gift store, so of course we went inside. There were some BEAUTIFUL Canadian jade pieces, but I ended up purchasing a moon bracelet. I now have a sun and a moon symbol, thus I am complete (my own interpretations).

Discovering Totems

Downtown and the Nieuw Amsterdam in the Back

We walked/ran some more then we made our way to a restaurant for snacks (fries and bread) so that we could watch our vessel depart. We raised our glasses as we watched our girl, Nieuw Amsterdam, head off to other adventures without us. It was strange seeing her leave, but it was a relief to be back on land.

After we rested, we set off and found an Italian restaurant. The girls enjoyed their food and we made a new friend. His name is Gavin and as it turns out, he was a Kiwi and possibly had connections to a little boat we knew back home. I gave him my card and told him I'd do some investigating when we returned and he was excited to find out more about how his ancestors made it to New Zealand. 

After the restaurant we strolled around before making it back to the B&B. Maggie checked out for the night, so Carolyn, Felicia and I tried out the Jacuzzi! We had a blast. We only dipped our legs/calves in to help ease our aching legs, and it was wonderful. The hilarity came from us figuring out how to turn on the silly thing. After MUCH trial and error, we discovered that there were eight steps, yes eight, to turning on the jets. Eight. 

Half the fun was figuring it out. We enjoyed great conversation, some silly, some serious. Hot tub time was my idea of vacation; no itinerary, no schedule - just friends and a relaxed environment. 

We stayed up past midnight visiting and then I snuck back into the room, quiet as a mouse, ready to sleep on my red couch. 

Total steps > 21,006.

Until Next Week dear readers when we spend a full day in Vancouver! 

Your humble Author, 

S. Faxon