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”.
If you lived all your life at the North Pole, and never saw television, would you dream in colour? Ok, so we’re not exactly at the North Pole, but here in Vancouver we’re having real trouble relating to all the reports from the folks back home about weather so hot that the chicken is roasted before it finishes crossing the road.
Any trip where you have to wear a survival suit just has to be fun.
Have you ever wondered why Canadians don’t come to Australia? I’ve asked a few, and the answer is always the same – “snakes”. Ok, so about half also mention spiders, and some talk about sharks, but without fail – it’s snakes.
It doesn’t take long for Canada to feel just like home, especially after you get used to driving on the wrong side of the road, and of course that funny feeling in the back of your mind that you’re walking upside down on the bottom of the world.
For those of you who asked me to blog this trip – you only have yourselves to blame!
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