Whistler - what you can't do here is not worth whistling for

Theresa ready to hit the slopes (or one of us)
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The drive to Whistler took a few hours, so Mike and I got a couple of games of chess in.  Wasn't such a good idea; as well as getting shouted at by Theresa and Nikki in the front for missing the scenery, I also felt pretty carsick half way through the journey.  Not nice.

I hadn't really been sure what to expect from Whistler.  Theresa had said it was like a resort, but also was a town.  It turns out it's a bit like an artificial town right at the foot of a mountain - walking around was a bit like walking around a town in a film set (at least it was a bit like what I imagine that would be like).  It's a resort with about a million outdoors activities available, so Darren and Theresa spent their days mountain biking.  Mike gave it a go for one of the days, cause he's into that kind of thing, and loved it.  Rick, Nikki and myself stuck to the lazy stuff, and began our little holiday wandering round the shops.

Saturate your ankle

Is she for real?
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We went out that night, but it wasn't a big night.  It was an especially short one for Mike - he went back for his jumper and never returned - he later reported that he 'just thought he'd lie down for a second'.

Day two and we decided to see what Whistler had to offer... so we left and went down the road to a glacial lake.  We had been warned about 'swimmers itch', where creepy sounding parasites in the water swim into your pores - eeewwww!!!  Our lake was apparently free from the little blighters though, so we jumped in.  Mike and I headed back by one of the hiking(ish) trails, and we all got ready to go out.  We started off at one bar, where we met one of the craziest sane people ever!  We had been playing charades (Mike claims to be an expert), and she turned round to join in.  It quickly became apparent that she was absolutely leathered (and absolutely nuts!) when she started shouting out random words.  Two of her suggestions for a film were 'Saturate your ankle' and 'Swim under your mother'.  Seriously, this girl was a loon!  We chatted her and her mates for a while, and headed to a club on the resort.  It turned out to be a really good night, if a little messy.  There were several bruises the next day, which may or may not have had something to do with a wrestling match...

We look so good...
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I got up early to go on the net, and when I got back everyone was still hungover lying in bed!  We pretty much wasted the day watching tele (including Fear Factor, where we saw couples scoop bugs, worms and scorpions in their mouths, grind them up, and then allow the resulting bloody slop to fall a couple of feet into their mouths - nice).  That afternoon though Rick, Mike and I headed up the mountain on the cable cars.  Once again, the views were incredible (a bit of a theme in Canada).  Still no bears though.

Top of Whistler Mountain
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Our last night in Whistler, we all headed out for food.  We had booked tickets for the cinema to see Snakes on the Plane, so were quite pushed for time for food.  The Old Spagetti Factory managed to mess up our booking, but after a little complaining from Theresa, we were being treated like royalty!!  The manager kept coming over to see if everything was ok, gave us the price of our cinema tickets, gave us all our drinks on the house - in the end I think we only payed about 15 bucks each for LOTS of food and quite a bit of wine!  We headed out again after that, to a club that had a hot tub!  Rick was gonna get in, but when he saw the guy that was in there already, he changed his mind.  I'm not sure why...

The next day were were up and out.  Stopped off in a cool proper diner-stylee cafe - it had red seats and everything, and bottomless coffee.  Once Theresa was feeling like she might be capable of driving again, we hit the road.