Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Sorry sorry sorry

I know I've left you hanging with the trip and everything, but its been a busy couple of days with us moving into a new place and Claire working in a new office and trouble with our flat in JHB (thanks again for the offer of support Lindie). So I've been preoccupied and didn't really feel like getting down and dirty with this blog, incase I was all down and miserable. But I'm perky now, so get ready. I'm going to try get the WHOLE rest of the trip into this one post, so lets hope my machine doesn't bomb in the middle this time, because then all you will get is:

"It was great. We drank lots of coffee. That is all"

Lets begin. In the middle. Kamloops.

We woke up to a cloudy day and began the final leg to vancouver. Its a spectacular road, and dangerous as all hell since it spends a LONG time in the pine forest mountains and is a single lane. With trucks. We were stopped for some construction on a bridge and so we turned off the road to kill some time. It was like a dream. The trees soared above us and it was damp and cool. Unreal. Kept expecting an elf or pixie or something to spring up out of the greenery. Excuse the blurriness of the images.

It was then a quick three hour dash to a raining, confusing vancouver. There is something special about arriving in a strange city in the dark or misty rain (HEAVY rain) that makes it pretty scary. It was like driving though a white tunnel. We also only had a tiny city overview map which showed every fourth or fifth exit. Needless to say, we COULD have been quite stressed, but, as Matt pointed out, we have become consumate travellers and the biggest problem was that I was DYING for a wazz.

We found our way to Brigid and Andy's house eventually, with the help of some free wifi at Starbucks and eventually a mapbook we bought at the drugstore. They were impressed that we didn't have to phone, since apparently most people get HORRIBLY lost. We felt better knowing that.

They were awesome hosts. She is a friend of the Zimbabwe family (which consists of everyone who ever lived in Harare I think) and is lovely and posh and cool all at the same time. Their beautiful modern house is perched on the hillside in exclusive Westvan (west vancouver) and decorated with unique and beautiful pieces of art and furniture. Cool, no?

So we were there. The place. It, so to speak. The best place in the world to live? Almost certainly. A dauntingly huge place to try and get done in under a week? Most definately. We did what we could in the time. Shopping, the gallery (with haida art and prefab housing -WICKED), game 2 in the final, rollerblading around stanley park, the beachfront, yaletown (the slickest most upmarket place IN THE WORLD, im sure), and even squeezed in a test drive in a mini cooper S convertible.

Lets look at some sights:

Melville/Obs like town in North Vancouver
No, none of these guys had anything to do with each other.

Street performers outside the Gallery. Dorks.

Yaletown at night. Super cool.
My deli sandwich. Not what I expected.

Vancouver library.
Downtown. It looks like this all over. So cool for inner city.

The residential skyscrapers downtown. I could SO live there.

So I'm going to finish there with Vancouver. I am terrified I'm going to lose this post.

That's NOT all.


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