Finishing that popcorn

As we walked the suburbs the coastal mountains rise steep just beyond the downtown blocks. The place feels very clean and efficient, city life running seamlessly into massive, pure outdoor playgrounds. Given Vancouver's surroundings it's easy to see why Greenpeace was founded in this very city.

Our walking tour of the city was via the bus station to collect tickets for our jaunt to Whistler and beyond. A tour which took us through the ex-Olympic village. The village looked a little unkept, unloved you could say. Most of it up for sale or rent but not much really being re-used now that the Olympics roadshow had  reversed out of town. All this emptiness in one of the most desirable spots to live on earth? Food for thought London.

It was cinema night to try and finally see off the bin bag of popcorn we picked up at the mariners game back in Seattle. Like us this popcorn had travelled some distance to reach tonight's screening. I was in auditorium 6, Fe was next door in 5. Oh yeah, spot the two who couldn't decide on one movie. So we split into bunches of ones to get maximum viewage!  Since being away we've become really intoxicated with going to the cinema. Something that we never really used to do at home. We always wanted to but never seemed to get on and actually go. Maybe by going so infrequently makes the times you do go really enjoyable.

The only sobering thing about leaving the cinema, and this goes for many downtown areas we've been in around the world, is that when the sunsets and the street lights come on, all sorts of colourful characters come out of the shadows looking like they've just got out of the pit. All just hanging around looking down on their luck doing their best to make you think their just up to no good, and their next act of no good could just well be on you. But it's the same the whole world over.