I really loved Canada. It was so much more in every way than I expected – the scenery, the people, the variety. We enjoyed the tour itinerary, and what we didn’t love, we were fascinated by anyway.
We started in Vancouver, and went to Grouse Mountain as our travel agent recommended. It was okay – the grizzly bears were wonderful. The scenery was obcured by smoke, a problem for much of the first week or so of the trip. Glad I went, wouldn’t bother going back, though I loved Vancouver.
The tour proper started on the second night with a dinner, where we met our awesome travel guide, but also met the fascist group who would be the bane of our existence for two weeks. Hard drinking, small thinking, white trash with money. Ugh. But we also had some great people and I prefer to remember them instead.
Our first excursion was a First Nations guided tour up Indian Arm. Of great historical and spiritual signficance for the Salish people, I have the pretty scenery got dull after a bit because I was so bloody tired. But after a bit of a nap, I woke up and engaged our fantastic guide, Cease Wyss, in convo, which proved to be rewarding in the extreme. Amazing lady – an ethnobiologist, musician and drummer, canoe teacher, and instructor to First Nations actors. She made the trip a real highlight of the tour, and a great start. (Pictures after the cut – click to see full sized version in a new window) Continue reading “Canada”