Dan in Canada

The majority of my stay was spent in Vancouver, where Heather's family are currently situated. A great city and it's never too difficult to lay your hands on a beer or a coffee, as I was happy to discover.

Totem poles in Stanley Park, a reminder of the areas First Nations heritage.

Glowing mountains of sulphur in the background; Dan with a suitably impressed expression.

At home with the Ballacheys: from left to right, we have Peter, Susan and Catherine. There was another version of this photograph in which I was making a mildly obscene gesture, you'll be surprised to know.

Mock not the afflicted: Sport, one of the Balachey family dogs has an uncanny gift for mimicry, and this time it's me on the receiving end.

I'd love to be able to provide a caption for this, except I have no idea what was going on.

On my last day in Canada, it actually snowed which is apparently something of a rarity in Vancouver. Of course, Canadians are used to the snow as well, but Heather suffers from vertigo every time she's in a car park, for some reason.

And here I am, cleaning the snow off Heather's car before we set off for the airport.

By a curious coincidence, I ran into Colin at Vancouver airport. Colin is also a Nova teacher and had been up since 2 a.m. Vancouver time, to catch his flight from... I forgot. Wherever. Otsukare!

Totem poles in Stanley Park, a reminder of the areas First Nations heritage.
Glowing mountains of sulphur in the background; Dan with a suitably impressed expression.
At home with the Ballacheys: from left to right, we have Peter, Susan and Catherine. There was another version of this photograph in which I was making a mildly obscene gesture, you'll be surprised to know.
Mock not the afflicted: Sport, one of the Balachey family dogs has an uncanny gift for mimicry, and this time it's me on the receiving end.
I'd love to be able to provide a caption for this, except I have no idea what was going on.
On my last day in Canada, it actually snowed which is apparently something of a rarity in Vancouver. Of course, Canadians are used to the snow as well, but Heather suffers from vertigo every time she's in a car park, for some reason.
And here I am, cleaning the snow off Heather's car before we set off for the airport.
By a curious coincidence, I ran into Colin at Vancouver airport. Colin is also a Nova teacher and had been up since 2 a.m. Vancouver time, to catch his flight from... I forgot. Wherever. Otsukare!