I took a couple runs in Stanley park: huge trees, beautiful coast line and cliffs; ran across the Lions Gate bridge; and took a rainy, night time hike into Capilano park. The air and the streets there are so clean, and I've never had better tasting tap water in any city, anywhere. They have a large Korean population and I got to have an old favorite / nemesis for dinner one night, and also went to a culinary teaching institute for great meal of bison, wine and tiramisu.
In the evenings I played pool on the West end. I schooled those Canadians three nights in a row, including a very old Peter who was once third in Canada (so said his mistress). My brother and I agreed that it doesn't make me a good pool player; they just suck more than I do.
My colleague and I worked in the convention center right on the water. Out back were the Olympic flames and a block sculpture of a whale (kinda looked like Legos).
We also happened upon the last remaining steam clock in the Gastown district.
While in Capilano park near the suspension bridge and the waterfall, I took pictures of the rushing waters and massive redwoods, but they came out completely black. It was a clue that it was time to head back to take the water ferry into the city. That or my phone doesn't have the same advanced night vision that I do.
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