5 days a week I passed the dark man who never failed to move me as few street people have, and he was most clearly a member of that tribe. He sat under the Burrard St. bridge on a chair in the community garden, leaning his elbows on his thighs looking down at the ground…
Sometimes the simple days are the best, eh? On my way to meet my friend, Meri, I spotted some strange stuff in my fav tree. This tree is so magnificent all the other trees in Vancouver (and there are a lot of trees in this city… you almost can’t see the city for the trees)…
The archetypical cowboy, Ken is crusty, whippet thin – no extra baggage on this boy. Somewhere in his 60’s, he seems to have faced life and its challenges head on and with a honest stubbornness that brooks no compromise.
Day 2 My wakeup call was in the form of a herd of speed cyclists in the parking lot dressed in their uniforms of spandex, bizarro helmets and bikes that cost more than my car… all having conversations at nightclub decibels. 15 minutes of this defeated my earplugs and I threw in the towel and…
For some time I’ve been hatching a plan to spend a couple of days at the Jericho Beach Hostel in Vancouver. It has fascinated me in that it is not where one would think a typical hostel should be, which is in the centre of all the action. Nope this one is out at Jericho Beach on…
Travelling Crone 