The day started innocently enough. I was ready to take on Vancouver aboard the Big Bus. Like a pucca tourist. Do what all tourists do. Sightsee. Click. Eat. Sightsee some more.
What I didn’t count on was holding a live python early in the morning.
I took the subway from Broadway to Waterfront Station. Then, headed off to the Big Bus kiosk to get my ticket. Last night had afforded me undisturbed sleep, and I was in a perky mood.
As I stepped outside into the sunlight and rechecked my destinations for the day, a small commotion attracted my attention. There was a man with a squirming snake – a python – around his neck and shoulders, surrounded by a tiny crowd.
I stepped closer for a better look.
“Here. Do you want to feel it?”
And, the next moment I had a snake around my neck. I could feel its muscles contracting and expanding as it struggled to move freely around and about me. The flickering tongue had me mesmerized.
“Somebody please get this off…” I found my voice.
Amidst laughter, the man reached forward and lifted the snake off me as if it weighed nothing.
With an awkward smile, I walked off to catch my Big Bus.
Photo credit: Shinjini Sur