Having spent the day being herded like cattle, Tom, Alex, and I decided to hit the streets. We made it about 1/4 block before stopping at a place called The Chophouse for dinner. It was an excellent choice. The martinis (for the boys) and margaritas (for me) were good, steaks even better, and the service... well, let's just say I really wanted to take Adam home with me.
After dinner we pounded the pavement in search of a geocache about 8 blocks from the hotel. Big fat DNF (did not find). But we met an interesting hippie who seemed to know all about the cache yet outright refused to help us. Nice guy, though. After returning the pen that Alex had borrowed from a random shopkeeper in hopes that we'd be signing a log, we all realized just how pooped we were and headed back.
When we arrived at the hotel. we realized we hadn't taken any photos yet in Vancouver. So below I present Exhibit A... Tom being Tom, outside mom's room, late at night, ding-dong-ditching, and being a spaz. Some things never change. This trip is going to be a blast!
No other photos tonight, too pooped. Tomorrow we board the Zuiderdam!
Moe
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