Cariboo · Photography · Travel

Discovering the yank after whom the peak was named

I had never heard of Yank’s Peak before coming to the Cariboo. When some friends decided to load up their all-terrain vehicles to drive up to said peak and asked if I wanted to come along, all I could think was, “What a weird name for a mountain. And I wonder who the yank was?”… Continue reading Discovering the yank after whom the peak was named

Random · Things · Travel

Seeing beyond the decrepitude …

… to what was once full of beauty and grace. One of the things that has always struck me about the Cariboo region of Canuckistan is the number of old, decaying vehicles in people’s back yards. Literally everywhere you go you see vintage classics that people have obviously collected with the intention of fixing up… Continue reading Seeing beyond the decrepitude …

Nature · Photography · Summer · Travel

About adventures with an incredible eye

I don’t know what it is, but this trip has involved more waterfalls than any of my previous visits put together. The day after arriving in Canuckistan we saw the Bridal Veil Falls close to Chilliwack and then the other day I went for an afternoon outing to the Gold Creek Falls in the Golden… Continue reading About adventures with an incredible eye

Nature · Photography · Summer · Travel

Exploring Canuckistan with jet lag (and two young lasses) as company

The very day after arriving in Canuckistan one of the young ladies I was staying with suggested we visit some waterfalls in the area, before going out to supper to friends. So, after taking care of a bit of admin, off we set on the warm, humid summer’s afternoon: our good-humoured guide, an adopted lodger,… Continue reading Exploring Canuckistan with jet lag (and two young lasses) as company

Humour · Travel

When the vegans tried to commandeer the skies and forced me to join them

I’ve been genuinely impressed with the German airline Lufthansa on this trip to Canuckistan. Amongst other things, their flight attendants were uber-friendly and funny to boot, always ready with a tongue-in-cheek response for this cantankerous traveller. I don’t think I’ve been this impressed with flight attendants before. Ever.  And the slick show they choreographed with… Continue reading When the vegans tried to commandeer the skies and forced me to join them

Travel

More about an adventurous, errant bit of baggage

As I mentioned in my blog yesterday, part of my tortuous trip back home to South Africa from Canada involved my luggage going missing. It had been checked all the way through from Prince George, a mill town up in the Cariboo district of Canada, to Johannesburg, South Africa. In Vancouver I checked how it… Continue reading More about an adventurous, errant bit of baggage

Humour · Travel

More chronicles of a peripatetic shutterbug

I’d always been warned not to fly via the USA. Stories of delayed flights, rude staff, lost luggage and chaotic customs had all terrified me into avoiding America’s skies like the plague. But this trip saw me flying on a United Airlines ticket. Only one of the legs – to Los Angeles – would be… Continue reading More chronicles of a peripatetic shutterbug

Travel

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

So, yesterday I boarded a Bombardier Q400 Jazz flight from YVR to YXS after spending a few days on the lower mainland. For those of you who aren’t as cool as me and don’t know what I’m talking about, in layman’s terms: today I boarded a narrow Air Canada prop-plane from Vancouver to Prince George… Continue reading I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

Travel

Jetting out with nursing nippers and muffled “moutons”

Here I am in the air again over some or other continent, island or ocean. Over the next just-shy-of-three-weeks I will be hanging out in the western-most province of Canuckistan – a place I once called home. By the time I get back to the southern tip of Africa I will have used five airlines… Continue reading Jetting out with nursing nippers and muffled “moutons”

History · Travel

Wordy Wednesday: abandoned between the Rudy Johnson and Quesnel

I had intended doing a “Wordless Wednesday” blogpost but realised that just wouldn’t be possible. Instead, here we go with abandoned places between the Rudy Johnson Bridge north of William’s Lake and my current hometown Quesnel here in western Canuckistan. The Rudy Johnson bridge (which is still very much in use) spans the Fraser River… Continue reading Wordy Wednesday: abandoned between the Rudy Johnson and Quesnel

Autumn · Travel

Definitely the road less travelled, in this case

Yesterday I wrote about my journey between Edmonton and Prince George, and the fact that I took several back roads, service roads and dirt roads – all in order to see more than just the highway. It started with a small lake at daybreak just before Jasper National Park, and ended with a detour to the mall… Continue reading Definitely the road less travelled, in this case