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   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2006...

A year ago exactly, I arrived in Vancouver. I had minimal luggage, big hopes, bigger dreams and even bigger worries. Turns out some of the worries were justified, others weren’t. And here I am. Almost a Vancouverite, still homeless in my heart which is a drag because home is where the heart is. And by homeless I mean the absence of a port of call rather than that of a roof, which I have the luxury of enjoying tonight as the outside effective temperatures drop below -15º C.

Vancouver has turned out to be a remarkable place, just as I’d imagined. In fact it is such an amazing city that it seems the locals have never quite gotten over the unique extremeness of it. In their minds and hearts, Vancouver always is the best, the worse and nothing in between. So since I rooted myself here, I have witnessed a year-long series of records and firsts, and lasts, and always’s too.

December and January gave us a record uninterrupted number of rainy days, and that’s saying a lot in the land of eternal rain. Then the spring cherry blossoms were quoted by some as the earliest and most beautiful in years. A extraordinary summer followed, setting records for the number of sunny days, and plain and simple heat. Then there were those amazing fall colors, nothing like the past years for sure. And then the torrential downpour of November which caused water turbidity levels to skyrocket to an unprecedented record high and resulted in a never-seen city-wide boil water advisory.

And now it’s bloody snowing like if the gods had forgotten we are actually located west of the Rockies. The forecast calls for another 10-20 cm (Environment Canada) or even 35-45cm (Weather Network) and I’m sure we will set new records of this and that. According to the local blogs, Vancouverites can’t drive in snow and the city shuts down when white. Power was out in many places, and, and... Ok. Enough... It all happens elsewhere, and usually much worse, and much better. Except everywhere else, it’s just another day. Here it’s breaking news, it’s something to talk about. Why not. I guess that’s what blogs were invented for.

After all, for many to BLOG is to Bitch, Laugh at, Offend and Gossip. But I don’t remember reading much about the beauty of it all, and the luck in it for us, and the gratefulness for not having a boring routine (and may those of you very much worth reading forgive me; you know who you are, I hope.)

So yes, Vancouver rocks. No, it’s not the only place that does. Yes, it’s a love and hate relationship. No, I’m not considering divorce, and neither are most. And maybe, just maybe, we could make it better. Starting with putting a roof over each and every head - And awarding each citizen a free snow shovel. ;-)

French version - Ah vous chantiez, j’en suis fort aise. Et bien pelletez, maintenant.

English version - That’s a lot of snow, eh?

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2006-11-29 01:18 • Posted in On the road: & Vancouver:

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  • 1 - NewYorkangel says:

    « GRRRREAATT!! I love this post!
    Happy one year in Vancouver anniversary!
    Sounds like Vancouver rocks indeed!! »

  • 2 - Rebecca says:

    « Happy Vancouver Anniversary! My husband just had his in October. It’s great to read your commentary on the city and especially great to see your wonderful pics, keep it up :) »

  • 3 - Vince says:

    « Thanks to you both! :-) »

  • 4 - Anonymous says:

    « Joyeux anniversaire ! Que de choses on peut vivre en une seule année.
    Le manège continue à tourner pour le
    meilleur et pour le pire.
    Toutes mes félicitations pour avoir si bien tiré le meilleur du pire. »

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We now go back to current chronological entries:
Feb 29

For local hazards, Americans have pit bulls and bears. South Africans,  because they think like National Geographic editors, have baboons and ostriches. Don’t be fooled. These aren’t cute and they aren’t sweet. They’re mean, dangerous and moody creatures. Or so I was told.

Take the case of baboons, for instance: driving around Cape Town, Cape Point and the Karoo, one would be hard pressed to ignore the presence of these odd primates. There are signs everywhere reminding more evolved primates of just how dangerous baboons are and warning against feeding them.

Sure, I thought, that’s a tourist trap, we’ll never see them. I was wrong. The first sighting was down on the Cape Point peninsula. I think I made Marie a little nervous by getting out of the car to take pictures; she was once chased into the ocean by a baboon. Can’t blame it, really. ;-) Then we saw them right by the side of the road, posing for pictures, in a very urban area. About 100 meters further down, on the same road, were the human members of the baboon control squad, sitting on rocks too, posing for pictures... I think everybody thought it was too hot to do more than that.

Now ostriches are a different deal. They do not normally roam in the wild and are raised, or rather farmed mostly in the Karoo. But they have a fierce reputation and I heard stories of them attacking and damaging a car. Even though equipped with a powerful beak, the flightless birds are mostly known for their amazing land speed and for tearing people apart with the sharp nail at the end of their forward kicking legs. The bottom line is, if the male’s beak is red, stay away or pay. Sweet things. :-)

 

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2008-02-29 21:19 • Posted in Always: & On the road: & Photoblogs: & South Africa:

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  • 1 - Marie says:

    « You neglect to say that the lady ostriches in the close-up pictures were drawn to you irresistably when you got out of the car to photograph them. One by one they came over, coyly, as word spread of the attractive, long legged human male pointing a big black thing at them...They fluttered their long eyelashes. They wept when you left. »

  • 2 - Anonymous says:

    « Reminds me of another lady...
    ;-) »

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