Michel and I went walking on fisherman's wharf last night. A low-impact activity, cause we were both f'ed up from the flight. Walking on the wharf was fun, but we're not the only tourists, and it shows. The wharf is full of little curio shops like this one. Imagine, a shop that sells only fridge magnets :D People sell chowder and seafood here like people sell sausages in Ottawa or Toronto. That's really disturbing… it's like actively looking for food poisoning. We stopped in a place called “The endangered species shop”, where they raise money for well, endangered species. They have a lot of cute stuff, esp. some stuffed animals. I couldn't help but say “awwwww, they're so kyooooooote”, which garnered me another “dude, you're a chick” comment. Meh, I'm used to it :) After our walk, we went to this little italian restaurant. I wasn't really hungry, so I just took a hamburger. I realized that I was in the land pf plenty when the waiter kept stealing my glass of coke for free and unwanted refills and the smallest burger was 1/2 pound of dead cow. Got back to the hotel, had a few drinks (we bought a decent bottle of scotch at the duty-free) and then went to bed.
Oh, before i forget, I'll be putting the pictures we take here
dude, you're a chick :D
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