Oh Canada!

The melancholy of what was left behind is replaced by the indomitable excitement about what lies ahead. We arrive in an overcast, grey Vancouver, but our disappointment with the similarity to Scotland's summer was quickly forgotten as we promptly proceeded to Whitespot to indulge in a 'legendary burger' smothered in the world famous triple-o sauce, which is O....O....O... so good! As the jet lag set in we met up with our good friends Smitty (from Aberdeen) and Chris (from Bangor). After a few drinks we headed downtown to 'Roxys', which is Vancouver's version of a combined rock club and meat market. We downed Jaegar Bombs, danced and had a great time till closing time. Then we almost got in a fight at McDonalds. We were trying to help a wheelchair-bound disabled man get into the toilets but some drunken Canadian who couldn't understand our accents thought we were trying to hinder the poor disabled man. He then threw a lame right hook at Chris which completely missed the target. After trying to reason with him he eventually went outside and we thought that was the end of that. Unfortunately, when we got outside we realised that this guy had called in the cavalry and several mean looking monsters were waiting across the street. We made a cool, sharp harp to the nearest taxi and managed to get away unscathed. So much for Canada being such a placid nation, it's probably more dodgy than Peru! Needless to say our heads were happy to hit the pillow at 4:30am. If our first day is anything to go by, this is going to be one hell of a ride!