The day started perfectly, with a miscommunication between myself and the Waffle Bant’s server who, instead of taking down my healthy option choice of Fresh Fruit and Organic Yoghurt, instead decided that I had obviously ordered two breakfasts, one large and the other regular (for Thea). At one point I glanced at the outer screen, as something felt wrong, but after seeing the price ($13 for the large, $9 for the regular) I decided nothing was remiss here.
I was wrong. The Fruit/Yoghurt option cost $8 and, despite my casual, brief, glance at the costs, neither of us twigged in order to right the wrong amount. Even AFTER we had had a brief discussion regarding the price of the fruit option, we didn’t think to question the clearly incorrect price. So our purposefully intentional healthy choice, to keep us healthy and give us some good energy for the day, ended up looking like this:
At least we went into there with the best intentions, right? Right?
The rest of the day was taken up with the one of the major attractions that had grabbed our attention: the Capilano Suspension Bridge.
Grabbing the free shuttle bus outside of Canada Place (whilst standing on a point that informed us that we were currently 7588 km away from London; though, now that I’m writing this, I realise the compass probably meant Ontario, and not old London tauwwwwn) we enjoyed the 20-30 minute drive to Capilano, taking us outside of the City for the first time since we got there.
Capilano was great fun, crossing over a suspension bridge that is strong enough to be able to hold the weight of two Boeing 747s at the same time! Despite this, I still found myself a little worried as the bridge wobbled, waved and rocked as we crossed over, but not enough for it to really be an issue.
Within minutes, the bridge had been crossed, and…that…was kind’ve it for the bridge itself. The views were undeniably beautiful, but as an attraction in itself it was almost disappointing how quick it was to cross over/conquer (delete as appropriate). Thankfully there was more than just the Bridge to look at and cross over, with activities extending to the Cliff Walk, Treetops, and different tours, both historical and nature.
The Cliff Walk afforded even more beautiful views, along a bridge much thinner than the Capilano Suspension Bridge itself. The Cliff Walk bridge itself was much sturdier, and didn’t sway in the same way that the Capilano bridge did, though I probably wouldn’t recommend the thin walk way for anyone who suffers from claustrophobia. Or acrophobia. Though if you did have a fear of heights, Capilano might be out as a whole, unless you’re happy just hanging out by a few totem poles.
A random girl was nice enough to grab a picture of myself and Thea by the Cliff Walk, and we learned that she enjoyed travelling by herself, having come up to Vancouver from Seattle for a brief holiday. We also learned she had friends all over the world, and was apparently almost kidnapped in Egypt whilst she was there.
She sure had a lot of stories and story toppers at her disposal.
It was a brief conversation, but we were shortly back on our way once she had excused herself after a few moments of awkward silence; it was the kind that develops after all parties involved have quietly decided that they no longer want to participate in the conversation or carry on speaking with one another.
Moments silence. Awkward glances. Polite excusing of oneself from the conversation.
One overlooked option that most people didn’t make much use of were the tours. Granted, there was a number of people waiting for the Nature tour, but as the guide didn’t turn up until about 10 minutes after the tours supposed start time, we ended up having a private tour for just the two of us, intrepid (stubborn) as we are.
Our tour guide, Alex, was informative, talkative, and friendly, giving us an insight into the Capilano rain forests unique ecosystem, as well as the animals, fish, etc that frequent it. I learned more about trees than I thought I would, and we were given a perspective into trees not only 1000 years old, but one that was as old as 1300 (Grandma Capilano).
It’s awesome to take a moment and just think of all the history that this tree has seen, yet alone was alive for. 1300 years, man.
We also ate a root that Alex told us was edible, often used by the first peoples of Canada as a sort of vitamin that helps fight off coughs and colds. We’re still here, so I guess he didn’t lie.
As an aside: we got our tickets for the majority of the attractions we visited at the Tourist Information Centre, where they provided the tickets at a great discounted price. The cost of Capilano, and the things on offer, came at a much softer price because of it. If you visit Vancouver, Capilano is worth visiting as a fun thing to do, but I wouldn’t recommend paying full price at the venue itself.
The night was capped off with Thea’s first taste of, what should be, Canada’s greatest export: Poutine, courtesy of Smoke’s Poutinerie, which I mentioned in a previous post. Poutine is God’s gift to Canada, and is a relatively simple dish that should have crossed over its borders into worldwide popularity long ago.
Until that happens however, I guess our poor homemade attempts will have to suffice.