Views of Vancouver

A very long time ago, sometime in the mists of early morning, Chris and I took a plane and crossed three time zones and two seasons to land in Vancouver, Pacific Standard time in the middle of summer. Ok, so not actual summer but Vancouver's bright sunshine, relatively warm temperatures, absence of snow, abundance of evergreens and general outdoorsy feel certainly makes it feel like we're heading into May, not sitting out the tail end of February.

It really is a lovely city. Far prettier, more relaxed and fresher than Toronto. I like it. Kevin, Chris and I ventured out to Stanley Park this afternoon, which is less city park and more wild forest, full of huge trees, hidden trails, and a couple of lakes. The seawalk round the peninsula has beautiful views back over the various parts of the city and the mountains beyond. After so much urban rush, the tranquility felt like it was ironing out the frenetic creases in my head from the inside. It was a fair old trek, involving tree-climbing and wildlife spotting. Will sleep well tonight methinks, especially after no sleep last night and a rather restless plane journey sitting in front of a yapping dog that some Paris Hilton wannabe had decided to bring on board with her.

So, back to Vancouver! I like the mix of a funky, busy city centre with some cool-looking places to eat, drink, visit and shop with the endless list of things to do - roller-blading, cycling, running, sailing, and of course, ski the slopes surrounding the city. In fact, we saw plenty of people walking down the main shopping strip clad in snow gear carrying boards on their way back from a session on the snow.

We're staying at Samesun hostel, which seems to be a lively and fun place, with lots going on. However, we're keen to get stuck into house/flat hunting asap. And finding jobs to fund said rent. Kevin has an interview at a bike shop tomorrow. As our resident expert on Vancouver - having been here the grand total of 6 days or so - assures us that jobs are many and easy to come by.

Chris has finally collapsed on his bed (am impressed he held out this long to be honest!) and I don't know where Kevin has got to. Think we'll find some food soonish and then a few drinks somewhere - probably the hostel bar. Am very aware that I'm now spilling stream of consciousness at you all, on the subject of not a lot, which is a good indicator that I should stop, but somehow I've started and can't seem to finish. Good night, or good morning, which ever it is for you - I'm still a bit sketchy on what the time is right now....xx