It has been drizzling the past 2 days.It was too cold to stroll along Stanley Park as planned yesterday, so we drove up to North Vancouver to see a salmon farm under our umbrellas. The fishes weren't in season so we didn't see any salmons jumping in the water as they would.
We went to Prospect Point after that, a hilly part of Stanley Park, where it was so cold that we blew wafts of grey mist as we talked, where one can see the outline of snow-covered mountains through the rain.
A quintessential western lunch included grilled fish and mushroom sauce steak with fried potatoes and vegetable rice pilaf at Denny's. To note: customer service here, no matter where we eat, is 10,000 times better than Singapore.
J brought us to Granville Islands after that, a small district with a public market, little museums, touristy shops, theatres and even a mall especially for kids. We walked around, absorbing the sights and sounds and smell of pigeons' poo poo. Dinner was at a Malaysian restaurant - 'the only one in Vancouver', a motherly chubby Malay woman who owns the restaurant with her husband, told us proudly, beaming all over her face. She was from Singapore too; she gave up being a nurse in NUH and travelled across the pacific ocean with her husband 17 years ago. She was incredibly warm and radiant.Mee goreng mamak and beef rendang never tasted so good.
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