I arrived late morning on Friday the 13th to Vancouver. I felt pretty nackered with a lack of sleep from the night before and not being able to kip on the nine hour flight. My grandmother met me at the airport and after picking up some groceries we headed to her condo. It didn’t take me long to unpack all my things (mainly clothes) and set up home.
Vancouver is about eight hours behind Cardiff so I started getting sleepy quite early on in the evening. We had salmon with veg for dinner and I retired soon after.
The very next day we set off for Grannies cabin need to Clinton, up west. It was an incredibly long journey since we did a detour through the skiing town of Whistler – around 12 hours. It didn’t feel so long since I was enjoying the scenery along the way. Mountains and trees as far as the eye could see, it was lucky that it had cleared up as it had been incredibly foggy that morning. We drove almost nonstop apart from a few bathroom breaks and a roadside picnic of salmon sandwiches, carrot sticks and fudge. By the end of it I was pretty glad to reach the cabin and a waiting bed.
Let’s just say that the first few days of being in Canada were tiring.
The next week was much more relaxed – spent eating pancakes with maple syrup, watching a little television, reading the few books I’d brought with me, visiting other cabin dwellers, taking a few walks, writing in my diary and bathing in the sauna whilst listening to Brothers of End.