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Having returned to Vancouver so many times over the last few years, I was excited to be arriving out of character. I wasn't rolling a suitcase behind me through the gates at the beautiful Vancouver airport, nor was I jumping off of a seaplane from the Island. The train transport was a great ending to my American journey as I had watched an Oscar winning movie and filed my nails to perfection, whilst viewing familiar ground through the window. I was the first off the train from Seattle, wearing my Indiana Jones hat and hoisting my life pack onto my back. The customs official questioned me on why I wasn't using my Canadian passport (awful picture) and began flipping through the pages looking for an available corner for the final stamp. The final stamp! Although the travels are not over, my UK passport has been filled to the max. I'm back in Canada, as a Canadian, though still sounding like a Brit.
The Canadian tour begins...in Beautiful British Columbia
Coffeecat2006-08-12 14:29:15
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Having returned to Vancouver so many times over the last few years, I was excited to be arriving out of character. I wasn't rolling a suitcase behind me through the gates at the beautiful Vancouver airport, nor was I jumping off of a seaplane from the Island. The train transport was a great ending to my American journey as I had watched an Oscar winning movie and filed my nails to perfection, whilst viewing familiar ground through the window. I was the first off the train from Seattle, wearing my Indiana Jones hat and hoisting my life pack onto my back. The customs official questioned me on why I wasn't using my Canadian passport (awful picture) and began flipping through the pages looking for an available corner for the final stamp. The final stamp! Although the travels are not over, my UK passport has been filled to the max. I'm back in Canada, as a Canadian, though still sounding like a Brit.
So where do I start? After catching up on laundry and home cooking I joined mom and Ian for a day of snowshoeing; not even 24 hours home and I'm back to enjoying outdoor life! As with the other mountains in the Vancouver area, the trails behind Hollyburn were smothered in fresh snow. The blue skies, the footsteps up and down pumping fresh air into the lungs, compounded with the simple pleasure of being home, invigorated me and built up an eagerness to maintain this outlook. I am just passing through Vancouver; this stop really is just to recharge the batteries for a few days but I certainly couldn't have started off a better way!
I met up with Maria on St. Patrick's Day to also celebrate her birthday at the Commodore downtown. Green beer, green hearts and a fiddle backing us up for the entire night ensured that a good time was had by all. I had last seen Maria for a quick lunch in Singapore, so there were a lot of stories and life directions to catch up on. I next caught up with my dad, who seems to have become
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