Happy Action Nice Time At Yaohan

Vancouver again. This time, we hooked up with another flight crew and headed into a place called Japan Town in search of a sushi joint of which the opposing captain knew. "Ten minutes away," she said. Four hours later, we got there. The 'sushi joint' in question turned out to be a massive shopping mall called Yaohan (seen here, not actual size).

Grabbed some wrapped sushi trays at a store inside. Have no idea what the name of the store was because it was in kanji, but they sold everything there that has ever been made in Japan. Mops, slippers, geisha dolls, food, very bad lamps. The snack aisle bristled with boxes that sported happy faces instead of pictures of the actual food and slogans like GOOD TASTE FOOD EAT DAY! I took a chance on a bottle of something called Asahi:

I beg you... never ever take this chance. You may die.

Asahi tastes like peat-filtered gasoline. The pilots all took a swig, because no pilot wants to admit a flight attendant drank something they wouldn't drink. And so now it's official: four out of four pilots recommend Asahi as a painful method of suicide. I should have known, really... look what it was next to on the shelf: