I always feel that a place is truly defined by its food because, in the words of Cesar Chavez, “the people who give you their food, give you their heart.”
The shark is harder to see now, just a vague dark shape in the water about ten metres offshore. It seems to know that today is not its day. No easy meal of man-flesh, washed into the deep by the raging current.
We once visited a famous, ancient garden in Kyoto, Japan. It only consists of a small courtyard with fifteen rocks, set on little patches of moss, surrounded by carefully raked gravel. Every day, hundreds of visitors come just to sit, in quiet contemplation, looking at the rocks. Some, like me, try to work out the…
It takes commitment to get lost on Galiano Island. Many try, but few really succeed.
I love ferries and reckon it would be great to have one at the bottom of the garden. Except, that’s not very likely when we live inland and far from any waterways.
Every place has a secret side, hidden far from the eyes of prying tourists. After years of searching, I have finally found the “Secret” of Vancouver Island.
It’s funny how we like to call ourselves Travellers, or even Adventurers, whenever we go somewhere new, but we call all those other people who come to the same spot – Tourists.
Australians don’t understand lakes, probably because we don’t really have any. Sure, we have puddles, and ponds, and the occasional billabong, but lakes – not so much.