I am a great fan of walking tours. I love to hear the little details I might otherwise miss on my own. A guide can be a wealth of information. How else could I have known that all the colors in Chinatown have significance? That the red on the streetlights actually serve as boundary markers? That the Chinese were horribly exploited in Vancouver? Our guide would deadpan, "Yay Canada," when pointing out how the government imposed unfair practices on the Chinese population, such as an inflated immigration tax on the women. (Canada only wanted the male workers to migrate, not the "baby machines.")
With that said, the day we took our walking tour was drizzly, gray, and cold. Our particular guide lacked the enthusiasm of a good story teller. A younger man, he seemed almost embarrassed of his position as our group's leader. Early on, his presentation made me think of a biography about Napolean that I could never quite finish... How does a writer make Napolean into an uninteresting character? How in the world does a guide make a tour of Vancouver Chinatown--a place rich with history, conflict, and culture--almost too dry to enjoy?
At times, the guide would want to talk a lot--like in the museum where the tour started. Yet here I would have rather read the information myself because we could have moved quicker. Then, when we were outside where there were no signs, the guide would get quiet!! Hmmm...
Still, there were moments of interest. The tour did offer some information that I found very interesting. The surname "help" societies that the guide pointed out are a good example. Apparently, if you have a certain last name and you move to Chinatown, there might be a "help" society that will give you aid until you're settled!
In truth, I believe our group in general was a bit let down by the guide. Here I remember thinking whomever said Americans are rude should reconsider. I believe most of our stoic bunch followed the guide to the bitter end out of a sincere sense of good manners.
Bottom line? This tour might be better with a different guide, but not on a rainy day. Maybe our guide just had the mood of the sky against him.