The Livingstones, I presume.

Kate and Muir rocked up last night -- 8 hours from London Town. We chowed down at Red Burrito! (always said with a Mexican accent) -- it's our favourite cheap/easy/reasonably healthy food at the moment -- then we all wandered around a bit before dropping them back at their hotel for some jet lag recovery.

Muir took us to see his latest project:



As you can see, he's quite proud. It's quite an achievement. Kudos to the engineers too, of course.

Today we hired bikes and rode the Stanley Park seawall path. Always wear a helmet, kids.



(yes, this is Katie on an actual bicycle, with Muir and Kate in tow.)

We saw some totem poles:



..and some, er, "beach"? Mmm, very tempting.



..then we went to a supermarket and picked up some nibblies for a late lunch.

They sell non-alcoholic Beck's beer here! (Marty take note!)



This is the first time in a week we've had any real sun shine with actual warmth in it. It was quite nice to bludge down by the water and mock the Canada-at-sea-level sun's attempt to burn us. Ha-ha! Do your worst!





Update: You know how sometimes you don't realise you got burnt until later? Uh, yeah, well thanks a lot Canada-at-sea-level sun, you burnt me.

There's a triathlon on here at the moment and it's a qualifying round for the Beijing Olympics, so there are ridiculously fit people everywhere. None are quite as fit and good looking as Muir or myself though.

Stay tunned! (sic)