A lot of people fall in love with New York, but, beware, New York is a wild woman who doesn’t give her heart to anyone. As Bob Dylan once said, “New York is a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.” I suspect, however, that Dylan had it a little wrong, and once you have proven your devotion and commitment, the city gives you some sort of secret knowledge that must never be passed on to an outsider.
They say if you stand with one foot in a bucket if ice and your other foot in a bucket of boiling water, on average, you’re feeling pretty comfortable. Well, on average, our trip to the US today has been good. It’s one of those three (well five actually) legged races where you travel all…
They say good women are hard to find. So are keys, jackets, placemats and glasses.
I’ve been blogging trips for a while on TravelPod, but, sadly that platform has closed down. So – Wordpress, here we come.
Here’s a quick photo mosaic of some of our trips
Do bears have Facebook? You know, some sort of social media system where they swap blueberry recipes, or maybe they just look at the scratches on a tree and say “oh dear, Myrtle’s clubs are climbing already!”
I don’t love chairlifts. Cable cars are ok, though there was that one time when we were stuck in a stalled gondola hundreds of metres above dense jungle with a crazy guy with a backpack, yelling and cursing in a language we didn’t understand (true story), so maybe, cable cars are generally ok.
You learn something bizarre every day, like why Whistler is named after a rodent. It all comes down to a bit of crazy logic based on underestimating the intelligence of skiers.
Black bears are way bigger than I thought, especially when you see them up close. But, as usual, I’m getting ahead of myself.
“They” have finally approved publication of part two of this story. (In case you were wondering, I am now also allowed to confirm that the story is true, though I have been required to alter a couple of minor details for security reasons.)
If you live on the edge, life can never be boring. It’s a long weekend in BC and we’re off on a road trip. Kirsty wants to visit her friends John and Jane (these are not their real names – for reasons that will be explained later). We’re a bit vague about where they live as we haven’t actually been given an address, just a rendezvous point somewhere near Kamloops, where we will be given GPS coordinates for “the farm”.
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