In celebration of 2 years of marriage, and thanks to Sam's 'Uncle' Guy, we were able to spend a weekend in the city, staying in Canadian suburbia with family and friends and most fortunately getting to attend a Vancouver Canucks home ice-hockey game at the sacred Rogers Arena. Without the use of our normal car, we were at the mercy of Vancouver public transport, which was able to get us all the way from Surrey, in the South (on the USA border) right up to Vancouver West and downtown and everywhere in between. It was a weekend where we were exposed to a new side of Vancouver, in particular the suburban sect and of course the sport of ice-hockey, which to Canadians is a way of life and considered the only sport (worthy) of their attention. The Canucks managed to defeat the Calgary 'Flame' 3-2 in sudden death stoppage time. It was a unique experience and felt like more of a orchestrated show than an actual sport game. Not a minute goes by when the audience is not entertained; even the national anthem was sung like a live concert with smoke and lights. The sport is quick and intense and it requires your full attention to follow the puck. The ability of the players to move on the ice, was for us, the most impressive. All that said, the experience has nothing on a humid Saturday afternoon of rugby at the Stadium of Kings.
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