Today was the day of all days: I went kayaking!!! And I made it!!! And the world out there is a dream. I am so much stronger than I ever have been. It is miracle!
Jul 30, 2005 12:00 AMMayne Island, the magic island
Travelling from Tsawwassen to Mayne Island is always something you cannot plan. You think the ferry will leave 10.15, until you realise it starts to get out of the harbour 10.55, but nobody complains, nobody has a schedule, and even if he had it wouldn't help. You arrive at Galiano Island and you are still hoping that the cab is waiting for you on Mayne Island, when you hear that someone is asked to move his car, because he has parked it so cleverly that nobody can leave the ferry. Takes another 20 minutes. Still nobody complains. Then finally you realise that the ferry will first stop at Mayne Island not Pender Harbour and you are just on deck 5 and the elevator takes ages to appear. But you make it and - oh wonder - the cab is still there and you get to know that the Tinkerers (a B&B) are not at home, but that he knows where to park you, namely in the sunshine room. Then he does some telefon calls and finally drives you up to Miners Bay where you find the whole house open and empty and make yourself at home. Mayne Island, where the time runs differently, has me back again.
Jul 27, 2005 12:00 AMStill in Vancouver
The last entry was yesterday as everybody will have realised. You don't see the rich people coming to town except when a fancy car rushes by, but you see the business people, all dressed alike like everywhere in the world, and naturally you see the tourists, walking around, camera in position, map in hand. If you sit at some place long enough or walk a street several times at different times of the day you start to distinguish the people and you see those who don't belong. They don't beg, yet they move as if they have a purpose, only you recognise, they only walk, to forget the time and their shabby life, they can't change.
Jul 25, 2005 12:00 AMVancouver, the town I love
Back again in Vancouver, a town I love. Blue sky, fresh wind, and sun is shining. People are friendly and smiling. What a treat in comparison to my homeland. But the town has changed. Highrises are marching like soldiers towards the inner town. No, that I do not like. The YWCA is as good as ever.
Jul 23, 2005 12:00 AMBritish Columbia
Today is my last day in the Federal Republic. I am longing to see Vancouver again and - specially - Mayne Island and all my friends.
Jan 01, 1970 01:00 AMVancouver, the changed town
Yesterday I walked the town from Beatty Str. along Georgia Str., where you find the Public Library, where you can chec k your email without paying a fee, opposite is the Post Office, a little down the street on the right side you find a Bank of Montreal. Further down the Vancouver Art Gallery has an exhibition of Rodin's work, and then I turned into Burrard Str. to finally reach the waterfront and Canada Place to enjoy the view onto North and West Vancouver and the Harbour. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to do the seawalk around Stanley Park. It is a treat. But to see all the new highrises along the waterfront was threatening. The town has grown fast and smells of money.
