Aloha. I’m getting a haircut in 2 hours. Better write this quickly. Usually I take four hours to write a blog post because I keep stopping to do something else in between.
Without further ado, let’s get to it.
Day 7
August 11 – Steveston Village
I originally planned on leaving my house at 10 in the morning as it takes 2 and a half hours to reach Steveston Village by public transit from my house. But of course, I was up until 2 in the morning researching the village and planning my day. I set my clock for 8:30 so I could get up shower and get ready without having to rush for the bus. I turned off the clock when it went off and I slept 2 extra hours.
Steveston is a historic fishing village at the tip of Lulu Island (makes up most of the city of Richmond, BC).
They have the largest fleet in Canada with over 600 boats.
This was the entrance to a bunch of harbour tour boats and whale watching. There were plenty of fishermen selling fish, etc. from their boats below as well.
He said something about catching them at Port Hardy. I was creeping around at the time wondering if I could take a picture of him and the fish so I didn’t hear exactly what he said. Then some woman came by and took a picture openly so I felt silly and just took the photo.
This is the deck (I’m just going to call it a deck, I call everything that.) photographed from in front of the guy selling fish.
I walked on their trail for a bit, before realizing I was going the wrong direction. (I had been planning on going to Garry Point Park, which I didn’t end up going to.)
I saw a bunch of interesting… contraptions along the trail though. I didn’t bother realizing the signs on them, so I couldn’t tell you want they were.
At this point I turned around and walked back to where I started off my day. There was a restaurant called Sockeye City Grill (it’s the restaurant in the “deck” picture) that I hovered around in indecision. I still hadn’t had anything except for coffee and it was about 2 in the afternoon. It was time to eat.
It was a fish themed day after all, so clearly the lunch had to be local and fish related. According to the internet, fish and chips were a thing of fashion there so that was what I was looking for.
After about 15 minutes of hovering around Sockeye City Grill and making them feel uncomfortable, I decided against buying lunch there. The prices was just a bit higher than places that specialized in fish and ship – it was an actual restaurant, after all.
So I went to the place I did look up the menu for, Pajo’s – Famous for fish and chip. (Free advertisements, ahoy! Hey I used a nautical term! Not really.)
I got a grilled salmon burger and chips – $10.59, before HST.
The grilled salmon burger was delicious. There was a chose between grilled and deep fried, after I tried the chips, I was really happy I had chosen grilled fish for my burger. The chips were so full of grease I got a pimple on my nose within the hour. It wasn’t that bad, but the oily-ness of it made me feel a bit sick of it after about half. And it was a huge thing of fries.
I’m glad I decided to eat the fish burger first because after I’d eaten the chips, I felt like even though I hadn’t eaten anything else that day, I would be full until lunch the next day.
If you’re looking for fish and chips, I suggest you buy a “one of each” (one piece of cod, one piece of salmon, and one piece of halibut) and sharing it with someone. The portion’s a pretty decent size, if you can really eat, it’s a pretty filling meal. The greasy fries will fill you right up. I didn’t have the fried fish, but from the review they’re getting online, they’re at the same level of greasiness.
I will consider going there again because it’s not something I get to eat often. I seriously don’t suggest eating there often if you like your heart healthy.
I went to Steveston alone. Like I’ve been going everywhere else alone. People always look at me funny when I sit down alone somewhere. I kind of like being alone though, I can do whatever I want to be without being considerate of the other person’s opinion. As much as I like people, and I do. These time by myself have been very enjoyable.
That said, for tomorrow’s trip I’m going to Robson Square with a friend. As enjoyable as it has been going to all these beautiful tourist places alone, I’m looking forward to having a companion as I go to the premier shopping district in Vancouver.
The downside of being alone so much is highlighted here in this photo. I can’t take a picture of myself on one of these cardboard stick-your-head on it figures, so I had to photoshop myelf in there afterwards.
This was taken inside my final destination in Steveston Village: the Gulf of Georgia Cannery.
As I mentioned before, I bought my keychain here.
This place was built in 1894 and it was the largest Cannery (anywhere?). It was BC’s leading producer of canned salmon.
Admission was pretty cheap, I still fit under the youth admission (6-16) until next April so it cost me $3.90 (HST included) to get in. Adult admission is double that at $7.80.
There really isn’t much to talk about the museum visit. I walked around looking at everything. Everything in there was once used to can fish.
Before I went into the museum, I punched in.
I saw some cans inside the cannery.
There was also (fake) slaughtered fish.
It looks really gros, even if it’s fake. 
This was a fake ship display that you could go in. I walked through the tiny, cramped hallway. There is the sound effects of a storm, then calm water and the images on the windows corresponded with the sound effects (or vice versa). I walking along in the tiny and cramped hallway, I see the captain’s bedroom on my left hand side and I turned to my right hand side. And I see…
…him. This (fake) man scared the living daylights out of me. I thought he was real for a second. I stood there looking at him because even though I knew it was fake, my brain didn’t seem to believe me. My brain decided to imagine him moving his hand and his head slowly turning.
I love having an overactive imagination. Really. -.-
I got out of there real quick.
That basically took me to the end of the museum, I have been in there for a bit over 45 minutes. I went browsing in the gift shop and I found – with the help of the lovely woman that worked there – the keychain at the beginning of this post.
The girl at the cash register asked me how I enjoyed my visit.
“It was really great, but that fake guy on the ship – the one sitting on the toilet. He’s just a bit too realistic. He scared me.”
“Oh I know, he scares me every single time. And I work here,” she laughed.
It was around 4:45 and I was tired out. It took me a real long time to figure out where the bus stops were. The whole really small town that was actually part of the City of Richmond and not a small town anymore, technically, thing really hit me at this moment. Well eventually I found it.
The bus was 4 minutes late, which isn’t the worst I’ve ever seen. The part that made me annoyed about this was that the bus driver was standing right next to the bus chatting with his buddy.
I understand the bus being late because of traffic, but being late because you wanted to finish a conversation is unacceptable .
The only other thing of note that happened was on the skytrain home. A drunk-smelling man with open sores and scabs all over his arms and face got onto the skytrain. Right before his stop, he stood up and retched. It wasn’t a huge amount of vomit though, it was small enough of a puddle that it could be mistaken for spilt water. Well, another guy walked by and stepped in it.
Oh yeah, there was also a woman that was tiptoeing on the line of manhandling her child. From my experiences volunteering with children, this was definitely not how you talk to a child. She wasn’t listening and so the woman reached out and hit her on the arm. I have nothing against people who spanked their kids, as long as it’s not done out of anger, but as a form of discipline. The child needs to know why they were being punished, not just suddenly hit.
I would never hit my own kid, but I understand why some parents think it’s an appropriate form of punishment – as long as it didn’t cross the line into abuse. This woman doing it was that she did it in the heat of the moment. She was mad that the girl was running around and not listening so she reached out and hit.
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I stopped in the middle of writing this post to go out and get a hair cut.
My head feels oddly light at this moment.
We went to Metrotown briefly afterward because on the day I went to Canada Place (link) I received a brochure from Metrotown. The brochure, if brought to Costumer Service, could be redeemed for a Metrotown bag, a $10 giftcard, and a Visitor’s Metrocard.
After going to the Guest Services orientation for my job at the Fair at the PNE, I have to say the people who worked there at Costumer Service did everything wrong.
When we approached the counter, the three workers were having a conversation and none of them looked up. When one of them broke away from the conversation, he walked over to talk to another man and playing with a computer screen right in front of where we were standing waiting for them to help up. The two women were still chatting. My mum said, “Excuse me,” to the man. The man glanced up and before my mum could say anything, he pointed to the two women and said, “They will help you.”
The two women were still having a conversation.
My whole family stood there staring at the guy until he said, “Ladies.”
That’s when they finally realized we were there.
We were told at the training for PNE to always greet guest with a smile and “Welcome to the Fair at the PNE!”
One of the women just came up to us and said, “Yes?”
No apology for the wait, just “Yes?”
Well, we redeemed the thing and left. At least we got what we went for, not a positive experience however. I felt like we were bothering them for help, not going up to Costumer Service.
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Like I said in the post tomorrow, I will be going to Robson Square with a friend. See you at the Day 8 wrap up.
heiding away. 