Just outside Steveston Village, south of Vancouver, I sat in a zodiac boat full of 12 people looking for Orcas. I was aprehensive that we wouldn’t see any, telling my boyfriend Alan that if we did see some, I’d cry, and if we didn’t, the result would be the same (he hoped we would so … Continue reading
I got out of the airport around 12:30pm, happily greeted my boyfriend I hadn’t seen in 3 months, then we were off. We didn’t have much time: we had to be up Grouse Mountain and ziplining by 4pm. Perhaps it was a tad silly – or, plain stupid – to organise something so soon after … Continue reading
It was my first destination of the west coast. I had heard all about the different, laidback atmosphere. And best of all, Vancouver would be made up of my favourite things: a city with beaches and surrounding stunning scenery (mountains in this case). I’ve always had a thing for cities with dramatic backdrops. Rio de … Continue reading
Kirst over the World 