Who knew it would be the day of days?

A new day in the City of Rain, as I now know Vancouver is called by the locals. The jetlag is forcing into the role as an early bird, which is profoundly against my nature. I’m sure anyone that knows me or has met me before lunch is struggling to believe that I wake up before noon, but it’s a fact. 06.00 today. Jesus.

The plan today is to defy the rain and check out china town. Vancouver has a huge amount of Chinese immigrants, originating all the way back from when they built the railroad here. It seems like every other person you see on the street is Asian, looking forward to check out their turf in on of the world’s biggest china towns.


Last night, after having a beer with a bunch of people from the team, the Swedish firecracker and me accidentally went to a burger place called Dennys. Denny’s looks like something out of a tarantino movie and gives you the vibe that any second some desperado will come storming though the door, guns blazing with a vengeance. Our waiter, Helmut (!), did a hell of a job keeping up appearances for us and the couple celebrating Valentines Day in the both next to us. The really funny part though was that the food believe it or not was great. Vesla (Sweden’s pride an joy) ate a French toast that could make you believe in god and I had a serious burger that required a machete to eat.