Dear Reader,
Should you find yourself in Canada and feel obliged to try the local delicacies, leave Maple Syrup flavour Baked Beans off your list. Please also take care when grabbing your padlock from your dorm room in a bleary eyed morning state. You may well find, as I did, that this was not your padlock, and as it is clasped through your zip, you are now locked out of your own backpack. Alternatively, I advise that you do head to the bank where, upon finding that you are British, the friendly cashier will show you her holiday snaps of Edinburgh Castle before addressing any of your financial needs. Lastly, remain Bear Aware (despite wildlife sightings mainly amounting to squirrels.)
It has been a diverse few weeks, where we've found ourselves hiking the snowy fir-lined forests atop Mount Washington, zipping across the waves of Vancouver Island and cycling the sunny, coastal Stanley Park in Vancouver. The watchful mountains above Vancouver keep an eye on the sky-scrapers to make sure they aren't planning any growth spurts.
We have met eight migrating Grey Whales as they spouted puffs of water beneath the soaring bald eagles, and went rock clambering along the deserted beaches. City life brought us our first ice hockey game. All the organ-playing, popcorn-buckets-the-size-of-your-head, audience-roaring fun that you would expect! You'll be relieved to hear that after many a face was squashed against the glass, the Vancouver Canucks thrashed the Buffalo Sabers.
One entertaining afternoon with Pete 'Don't smoke me, I'll choke ya' The Car Salesman, and we have invested in a car! Well, more of a big red van, named Clifford. The Open Road. Four wheels and 4,500km ahead. Frozen lakes and snow-capped mountains at the first turn. Dusty, arid mounds straight from a Western around the next. The thoughtful road signs even kindly advise you which radio station to tune into.
Our first night spent sleeping in Clifford came close to inducing frostbite. Summer, if you are reading, hurry along.
It has been a diverse few weeks, where we've found ourselves hiking the snowy fir-lined forests atop Mount Washington, zipping across the waves of Vancouver Island and cycling the sunny, coastal Stanley Park in Vancouver. The watchful mountains above Vancouver keep an eye on the sky-scrapers to make sure they aren't planning any growth spurts.
We have met eight migrating Grey Whales as they spouted puffs of water beneath the soaring bald eagles, and went rock clambering along the deserted beaches. City life brought us our first ice hockey game. All the organ-playing, popcorn-buckets-the-size-of-your-head, audience-roaring fun that you would expect! You'll be relieved to hear that after many a face was squashed against the glass, the Vancouver Canucks thrashed the Buffalo Sabers.
One entertaining afternoon with Pete 'Don't smoke me, I'll choke ya' The Car Salesman, and we have invested in a car! Well, more of a big red van, named Clifford. The Open Road. Four wheels and 4,500km ahead. Frozen lakes and snow-capped mountains at the first turn. Dusty, arid mounds straight from a Western around the next. The thoughtful road signs even kindly advise you which radio station to tune into.
Our first night spent sleeping in Clifford came close to inducing frostbite. Summer, if you are reading, hurry along.
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