Today we walked again through the towering glass buildings of Vancouver, they are so truly remarkable that I have become slightly fixated (as you can no doubt tell). The way the sun reflects on them is spectacular and I find myself looking up and not ahead which could get me into a bit of trouble I suspect but not yet.

We were making our way toward Stanley Park which is made up of 400 hectares of rainforest, gardens and playing fields. It was a bit of a walk but well worth it, it is beautiful and kept us entertained for most of the day. At one point we were spectators at a couple of games of cricket, where Steve’s fine fielding skills were used in the return of a ball that was hit our way.

From cricket to artwork crafted by First Nation artists. There are a number of carvings and Totems in the Park, from carvings of welcome to visitors to depictions of the history of the local land and people.

One particularly beautiful Totem was in honour of Rose Cole Yelton who was born in the Park and lived there until 1935.

Just after I took this photo a group of Korean kids decided that it would be a wonderful idea to build their own totem …. it was like a scene from that famous movie “Fired Up”…if you haven’t seen it do yourself a favour, the Baz boys introduced it to me one slow Saturday afternoon – its a cheer squad film with some of the worst lines of all time (well great really) including a reference to people who wear Crocs … but I digress. These kids were trying to organise themselves into their own human Totem, but I had to walk away. It was wrong on so many levels but also kinda sweet (and weird!)

Cycling is really encouraged throughout Vancouver, but don’t you dade don’t you dare walk in a cyclists lane or you will be in strife (yes you guessed it we were).

A lazy trip back to Canada Place (where the seaplanes and boats leave from) for a late lunch of calamari and Aperol Spritzer then back to the hotel to get ready for our ghost tour.

Lydia was our tour guide for the fabulous ghostly tour of Vancouver. I love these tours as you get to hear those extra ordinary stories about a place. The majority of the tour we went on was in Gastown the oldest neighbourhood of Vancouver down dark alleyways and surprisingly out the front of a number of restaurants where we all stood staring intently which was probably slightly off putting to diners. It went for 90 minutes and I loved every moment even when I felt unexpected chills down my spine while hearing the sad story of the Headless railway man and his distressed pregnant bride.​ Steve is convinced there was a draft…hmmm I’m not so sure. The tour also provided me with enough evidence that the favourite time for a ghoul is 3.00 am and if you are alone and happen to be in basement …you are looking for trouble!