Lightning storm and no beer on Sunday

09.08.2008

We were getting tired and lazy, so we took a cab downtown. We hadn't been to the Pilot's Monument or the Wildcat Cafe yet, so we walked down there again. We climbed up the big rock dedicated to all the bush pilots who opened up the North to development. Very nice view of the harbour and surrounding areas. There was not a lot of room at the WIldcat, so we had to get a table on the patio. Again, there was not much shade anywhere to be found. We had to sneakily steal a spot in the shade. As soon as a couple of people left, we grabbed their dirty table and lounged in the corner for what seemed like hours, until our waitress came. I ordered some musk ox which tasted like roast beef, but with a little bit of a stronger taste. Yum. After a really long time, waiting for our bill, etc. BTW I'm not complaining, it was lovely to finally find some shade, at last, SOMEWHERE! It figures we had to come so far north to get so hot, weird. After that, we wandered around various artist workshops, met a whale bone carver and I pondered buying a Northern Lights painting, but went back to next day to actually get it. Later, we wanted some beers, but after searching high and low, could only find some at the Jade Garden, a Chinese food/pizza parlour, with a very nice manager. It was absolutely stifling in there and I probably drank my weight in beer and water, but it ended up in a small wading pool underneath my chair anyway. That's really how ridiculous it was. We asked the manager where the locals go for pitchers on a Sunday since everything is so closed, he said the only place open is Boston Pizza,... honestly. With reluctance, I went. I guess there's a weird rule here that says you have to order food with beer on Sundays, so all the bars end up being closed. All of them but the crappiest one. It's all simple microeconomics you see. We stayed there for a while and sang Leaving on a Jetplane for a couple of underage girls who later got kicked out, and then we conversed with some sort of "contractor" sitting behind me for a while. Soon it was midnight, and time to go. It had started raining so we grabbed a cab back and listened/watched the craziest thunder and lightning storm I'd EVER seen. My tent leaked a bit, but it wasn't too bad.

Pilots' monument