Walking Dead Around Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada

We hit the trail to Stanley Park through Coal Harbour. The weather was remarkably sunny. It was the perfect morning for a walk in the fresh air. The concierge at the hotel strongly advised us to visit Stanley Park as from there we could enjoy the magnificent views of Vancouver and the mountains. And that's exactly what I wanted for the photos. The concierge also recommended us to rent bicycles. Robert and I, feeling a twinge of 'what we're Americans so our legs are painted on?,' elected to walk. We've already been through a few cases where we asked people how far away this or that place was, and people were immediately advising us to take a taxi when the place itself was just three blocks away. Hence the phrase "we are walkers" became our catchphrase.

After making our pedestrian intentions clear, the concierge gave us a sly French smile and told us that the walk around the park along the waterfront should only take us 'about two hours.' That's what we need, I thought to myself and smiled back in response to concierge, confident we were in for a very pleasant day.

Certainly the park is amazing. It's quite large and just beautiful. The views of the city and the mountains are extraordinary. The park even has its own Golden Gate Bridge, but, you know, green. Beautiful day! We started our walk very cheerfully. At the entrance to the park there is a small cafe where we bought two cups of terrible coffee. At least it was a sunny, romantic morning. By the way, this was the only cafe on our way so, like all monopolies, we suspect them of not caring too much about their product. We were definitely looking forward to the next oasis of food and drinks. Thank God there was no heat and the sun wasn't too strong, otherwise two dead bodies would be found on the trail which runs along the north side of the park along the Rock. What a long, long road it was. And the most annoying thing was the view never changed, which of course made our walk around the park even longer. The trail also wound tight sharp corners of cliff. Before each turn, I prayed there would be a bus stop or cafe. But, for what seemed like forever, neither the one nor the other was there. Technically, it wasn't that far, only 4 1/2 miles or so, but when you stop every 35 feet to take this or that picture it can suddenly seem like a Siberian trek to nowhere.

After four hours our attempt to look just like Walking Dead extras was getting pretty good or at least the way the locals avoided us with looks of faint horror seemed to indicate as much. FINALLY, we crawled to a tea house for a snack. Sadly, human flesh was not on the menu. We were terribly hungry. And there we met a new obstacle. It's very hard to get a table at this place without a prior reservation. We were so damn lucky to be seated and fed. The waitress was very nice. She called a taxi for us and then carried us out to it (Canadian women are strong.) We stumbled into our hotel, avoided the concierge desk completely and climbed into a hot bath.

But our first full day in Vancouver did not end yet. In the evening a new adventure was waiting for us - the road to Grouse Mountain.