LIVE FROM CANADA
Your intrepid travel reporter here with an update. The Rabbit family made it to Whistler alive and well, in spite of a dicey episode in Vancouver. Our search for a bank at which to exchange our money for the funny looking stuff they use here caused us to inadvertently wander through the Bad Part Of Town. I’m talking peep shows, other peep shows, and pizza joints with only three seats. It was ugly.
We finally landed in an ever-Donald McFriendly’s…. (wait, stop, reverse that). Would you believe they don’t sell Mighty Kids meals in Canada? That’s right. Children are expected to survive on a mere four Chicken McNuggets instead of the six that overfed U.S. children receive. It’s barbaric!
Well anyway, Whistler turns out to be the world’s cutest village. Everything matches and curvy brick-paved roads lead to an endless number of shops selling ski stuff. And hotels. And spas. And overpriced restaurants. I’m sure there’s more. I’ll report back tomorrow.
Best thing about the hotel: heated bathroom floor. I had heard such things existed, but never experienced it before. I’m cold-footed, so it is much appreciated.
For dinner we had the traditional Canadian repast of sushi. And you haven’t lived ’til you’ve watched an American five-year-old eat Udon noodles with chopsticks, or as she calls them, chapsticks.
That’s all for now. Transvestite Rabbit signing off.