Right. So I left off with the exciting baseball news. I went back to the hostel that night, got to bed at a decent hour and then it hit me...the jetlag that had curiously been missing since I arrived. So to sum up yesterday I slept off and on until 1.30pm. Went to Granville Island and bought a kilo of cherries, ate them all yesterday evening (and this morning) bought a mobile (damn you Telstra, damn you) and watched some Canadian theatre sports. The Big Hoo Ha is funnier.

But today was much better. I'd decided to take a trip to Victoria, the capital of Vancouver Island. No-one had warned me of the 7 hour round trip needed to get there and back but it had been recommended and I had a mission. Steve Nash (NBA's MVP for this season and a Phoenix Suns player for those who care) was returning home to Victoria to attend the opening of the upgraded park he used to play in as a kid. I wanted pictures for James and with any luck I succeeded. However there is a great possibility that the pictures will be Steve's body with a Liz's thumb for a head. But the trip was a success, I loved Vancouver island. It was pretty and clean with some amazing building and as long as you avoided the 50 million Candian tourist shops you were fine. A question to all who have been to Canada before me. What does "Canada eh!" mean? I am most curious and couldn't bring myself to ask in the shops in case it required a hearty demonstration. Long post! Sorry. 2 nights left before I descend upon the US. Let's hope I can get that bloody phone working.