1. Half the buses in Vancouver are electric. Bus drivers will wait for you if you run for the bus. They will also stop, once started to pull out, if they see someone else running for the bus. They will ask you how you are doing. You will yell 'thank you' from the back steps when they stop at your stop. They will yell 'Your Welcome' back. They will even spend up to 10 minutes in rush hour, with a half a busload of people, to help you with your broken umbrella, then let you on anyway and despite the fact that they have rule about not allowing people with open umbrellas on their bus. FACT.
2. Nevermind the crack-addicted Yerba Mate latte fiends who carry their plastic coffee totes everywhere, every third-and-a-half person here owns a dog. I know, I've seen them all. Sometimes the same dogs, more than once a week. I've even seen the world's BIGGEST dog - a Beethoven stylee beast that weighed 240 pounds. I know, I asked the owner. 3. The dogs here have coats. Not just ridiculously coiffed stupid fur coats (like the Poo-Hound - Poodle-WolfHound cross - I saw the other day which looked really gay and had a curled tail) BUT COATS. I'm talking about pink coats. Yellow Coats. Coats with Hoods. Coats with Hoods and Booties. Coats with pockets so they can carry their own Snausages. I've also seen a pure white dog near my work, wearing a clear raincoat. With a hood. And I saw the coolest thing EVER in the history of the universe the other day: a rad looking Asian dude in leathers and shades, on a souped-up red 1940s-style motorbike, with a sidecar. In the sidecar? A meaty looking dog. Wearing a leather coat. AND GOGGLES. Awesome!
4. Even on a dual carriageway with cars zooming in both directions traffic will stop if you look purposefully as if you're going to cross the street. The Pedestrian is generally King here, even though all drivers are fugging defensive. This caused Dan and I some confusion as we were used to being run over in London. Remember this, my tourist brethren, if you plan on renting wheels here.
5. Men in tights. Spindly legs abound as everyone bikes to work in some form of neoprene. I shall not be doing that. Although my awesome new bike is now in my possession. More later.
6. There are no black people in Vancouver. Well, I saw the same guy twice in one week. Not with a dog though. But cool dreads.
7. It kinda does rain every day. This is a truth. However the rains seems to check in and out, like Fred Flinstone at the gravel pit, sometime after 5am and usually stops either a) three minutes after your alarm's gone off or b) 10 minutes before you leave for work. Result? Not much use for Mr. Brolly on your way in. Nice!
8. Waitresses give you their real estate agent's information, you know, for when you enter the house market.
9. People actually live in the centre of town. I mean, loads of people. Normal people. If you were King Kong, Vancouver would be like taking candy from a baby - plenty of highrises on EVERY corner to smoosh.
10. It is okay to smoke pot in the morning on your way to work. Well, it is for Stoner Office Lady who I smell every morning at the bus stop, toking away. She then goes the through the following ritual: 1) stand at least three metres from bus stop so no-one can smell you even though everyone does. 2) Finish spliff, disguised as cigarette 3) Swig water bottle 4) Quickly brush hair and do the flip thing with her bangs 5) Blow nose 6) Spray herself with perfume. Every other day she does this. I like to stare at her to make her paranoid.
So, when are you coming to visit?
xM
ps, the Dogblog is dedicated to barky bark Molly - our 'house dog' Abby's daughter and dog of Jessica, Judy's daughter. Molly chased after a coyote (yep they have those here, too) the other week and found herself caught in the headlights. RIP, Mollster.