"Far away, so far away, down to Worthing and work there" The Next Life- Suede

Wednesday 31st May

Our 9 hour flight was pretty smooth and, if you'll excuse the pun, flew by. As we descended in to Gatwick Airport, the skies were clear and we could start to make out the lush green countryside of the South Downs. It was a nice feeling to be home but at the same time, there was a feeling of trepidation about settling back in to a place we hadn't been to for almost 2 years. We arrived bang on time, which was nice, seeing as all the flights over the previous week had been heavily delayed. Passport control was busy, which meant we had to queue for around 20 minutes to finally be able to set foot back on to British soil. Our luggage was pretty prompt but we had to wait slightly longer, whilst we consumed the remainder of our subway sandwiches we'd purchased before we left Calgary. We were distinctly unimpressed that my bag had been raided by border control once more. This time, the Canadians had chopped all 3 of my padlocks off, rummaged around, then left a note saying nothing had been removed and they weren't liable for any damage. We decided to wait until home to have a proper look and make sure everything was still in place. Once we moved through in to arrivals, everything ticked over like a well oiled machine. We hopped on the shuttle to the south terminal, made our way through the confused crowds at the ticket machines at the train station and then headed down to our platform ready to catch our trip. It was slightly late but it didn't matter, we were riding high. Unsurprisingly, the train ride down to Goring dragged but once past Worthing, we didn't have to wait long. We hopped of at Goring station and walked back to my house, fully expecting to be greeted by my Dad and a waggling Barney. We got the waggling Barney but Dad was out at work. We took the free time to unpack my bag and check if the Canadian border force had actually been true to their word. They weren't lying but we were thoroughly annoyed they broken and disposed of all our padlocks. Once we had everything away and all of Charlotte's families gifts together, we sat in the lounge and awaited the return of my Dad. Somehow, he got passed the lounge and into the kitchen without noticing that we were there. We crept out and gave him a great fright in the kitchen. It was funny and we laughed it off over a catch up. Eventually, Dad had to take barney out for a walk and we had to go and catch our next victim. We'd put great planning in to how we were going to surprise people when we arrived home but now we were actually there, that had all gone out the window and we were just playing it by ear. We walked via a shiny new Sainsbury’s, to meet my Mum as she cycled out of work. We were slightly early and had to wait for about 50 minutes before she finally emerged. Again, as with dad, we gave her the fright of her life, which almost led to her falling off of her bike. We walked back home, with mum struggling to contain her laughter the whole way. We had a further, group catch up for an hour or so before deciding it was time to surprise Charlotte's family. My mum dropped us of a road away from Charlotte's house, gifts and all, where we could sneak round a corner and knock on her door without being spotted out a window. Fortunately, we'd timed our trip to perfection, as someone was out. Donna opened the door, which meant Paul was out, and the tears started. As with my mum and dad, nobody had a clue that we would be turning up at the door, so it was a pleasant surprise and a shock for Donna to open the door and see us standing there. With Paul out, we all hustled in quickly and hid in the lounge ready for his return from the shop. When he did, he looked so surprised, that we were impressed he didn't drop the milk that he was carrying in his hand. We tried a few times to surprise Charlotte's brother and his fiancé at their front door but, despite 3 separate attempts, they were out. Just as we were giving up, we spotted them walking down the road, so we stalked them back to their place. Only, we didn't quite get to their place and neither did they. When we pulled in to a car park across from their house, they emerged from behind some cars, as if they knew we were there, and blew our cover. Still, it was a surprise and we got to meet their rabbits while we were there. We spent the evening struggling to keep our eyes open and having a catch up with Charlotte's family over a few beers.

That was the end of the big surprises. Although we did visit Charlotte's Nan and Grandad the following day and surprise them. We also surprised my Nan, as well as my Auntie Helen and Uncle Glenton, whilst they were visiting my Nan.

As with our methods of surprising people when we arrived home, I also had grand plans about what the final blog post would be but with hindsight, they all seem a bit tacky or unnecessary now.

All I can say is thank you to Charlotte for coming with me, tolerating me for 2 years and being their to enjoy what will be the absolute highlight of our lives. Nothing will ever come close to the experiences we've had and I couldn't have spent my time with a better person. We would like to thank anybody who has ever read a post of this blog. We appreciate I'm not the most interesting of writers but we hope that our posts and photos are informative, honest and have painted the places we've visited in a relics tic light. We didn't want every post to say how “amazing”, “beautiful” and “stunning”, the place we were visiting was, as that just would not be the case but at the same time, we didn't want to come across like Carl Pilkington and knock everything down just for the sake of being miserable. Charlotte and I will continue to travel, as it something we are both very passionate about and we will definitely keep a record of them in this blog for future reading and reference. We have ambitions to cycle Lands End to John o’Groats, visit Central Asia, visit Southern Africa, go cycling in the Benelux countries and go for a drive round the Emerald Isle. The former and the latter are probably the most realistic at this time, so we'll have to see what we can do. Also, we might add the occasional post about the allotment, just to keep it ticking over and stop the dust from settling.

Until then, thank you.

Lots of Love

James and Charlotte

Town in the Rocky Mountains in Alberta, surrounded by the Banff National Park. Banff

Sunday 28th May

This was probably one of our earliest starts of the trip so far. Our alarms were set for quarter to 4, which wasn't a pleasant experience. It didn't help that the 2 other people in our room were chronic fidget era and the beds were incredibly creepy. We were up so early off so little sleep, it made me feel sick. It was necessary though, due to the early hour, there was no direct bus to the train station, so we would just have to walk. We retrieved our food from the kitchen fridge, checked out and hit the cool, early morning streets of Vancouver. It was a pleasant walk in the end, albeit with a couple of interesting characters and numerous people still making their way  home after a night of far too much alcohol. We arrived at the bus station with plenty of time to spare, so once we'd got our luggage tags, Charlotte nipped across the road to Tim Horton’s and picked us up a coffee each. Due to the long travel time of our next bus, we were desperate to get a seat together. As ever, we needn't have worried, as we were near the front of the line and when we departed Vancouver, the bus was in,y half full. Although, every other couple on the bus had seated themselves in separate rows or seats. We filtered out of the Vancouver suburbs, picking up a few people along the way, which quickly made the smartalec's move back to their seats. After a couple of hours, the scenery started to get pretty spectacular. Steep mountains rose all around us and the towns of Chilliwack and Hope looked like pretty nice places to live. At the town of Merritt, a man who had been warned about getting off the bus, never made it back from getting his coffee but the driver didn't seem to care and drove off anyway. Our first long stop was in the town of Kamloops, which didn't have the same allure of the earlier towns. The greyhound station was a bit of a dump, the café was closed down and it seemed like the kind of place that anyone would want to get out of as soon as possible. It was non stop mountains from then on in, with thick forest covering their slopes and the occasional alpine lake sliding past the window. One town clearly though well of itself and had taken the name Sorrento, from the town on the Amalfi coast in Italy. Revelstoke and Golden were the final stops before the last stretch to Banff and were as scenic as any other. From Golden, it's safe to say it got interesting and probably became one of the tippy top of the top highlights on the whole trip. I'd been keeping an eye out for bears the whole way, just incase there happened to be one hitching a ride at the side of the road. The guy behind us on the bus had been talking to us on and off and told us that we were passing through an area that is very common for avalanches, which was interesting but obvious due to the presence of Avalanche sheds, which shield the road from the avalanches. Not long after the sheds, the man piped up again, “you regularly see bears through this stretch”. He was a little bit annoying but he knew the road very well, seeing as he worked for a hire car company; he'd driven it hundreds of times. I kept my eyes peeled, while a few people spoke around me. After a short while, I heard a yell from the driver, which sounded like "bear!”. Low and behold, just next to the fence at the side of the road, was a huge Grizzly Bear. Charlotte just managed to catch a glimpse as it disappeared into the distance. We had big smiles on our faces all the way to the next stop at Lake Louise. We'd barely been on the road 5 minutes after the stop and there was another yell “BEAR!”, followed by a honk of the horn. A black bear, was just taking a leisurely stroll down the westbound lane of the highway. It had all been a really thrilling experience, something we'd both really wanted to see. Not only had we seen one, but 2 and different species. It couldn't have panned out better and would never have happened if the drive had gone slightly different in any way. Had the driver waited for the chap at Merritt, we probably wouldn't have seen any. We were still buzzing when we arrived in Banff. I'd gone 7 days during my last stay in Banff and hadn't seen a bear, so we'd been incredibly lucky. Now though, we were paranoid of running in to a bear at every turn. Fortunately, we weren't​ too far away from  the Main Street, so it was only a 5 minute walk to the local bus stop and the safety of crowds of people. We had a short wait for our bus, which cost $2 and dropped us off just at the end of the road our hostel was on. We checked in to a 4 bed dorm that, inevitably at half 9 at night, only had the 2 top bunks remaining. We just dumped our things in the room and headed down to the kitchen to hastily prepare a meal before the kitchen closed at 11. All we had was a tin of tuna and some leftover pasta and we hadn't had a chance to get to the supermarket when we arrived in Banff. The dinner was simple and quite bland but it filled a gap, which is all we really needed it to do. Once we were done, we crept back in to the room and settled in for the night.

Monday 29th May

It had been our intention to get up bright and early in order to see if you could catch a glimpse of any wildlife from the rear decking of the hostel. That quickly went by the wayside though, as the bus ride had proved really draining. By the time we were up and ready, it was nearly 10, so we decided to head straight to town. We'd picked up a free bus pass when we checked in the previous night but as we were walking down to the bus stop, the bus was just pulling away. It wasn't a long walk to the town, so we decided to take the scenic option rather than wait 40 minutes for the next bus. We were slightly worried about the potential of running in to a bear and cruder ourselves for not picking up some bear spray from reception. We figured the locals wouldn't have a problem if we ran in to their house or jumped in their unlocked car if we did end up running in to a hungry Grizzly. In the end, we didn't end up meeting a bear but we did cross paths with a pretty bold white tailed deer, who was eating his breakfast from a tree. We cut from the road we were walking on, down some steps and emerged out on to the Main Street, which is handily names Banff Avenue. We were about 5 minutes from the town centre, so continued on our way. Our first stop was brekkie at Tim Horton’s, which was off the main road, near the train station. We enjoyed a wrap and a coffee before heading out to have a look around Banff. All we ended up doing for the day was checking out the shops along Banff avenue. We picked up a few souvenirs for various people, before heading across the bridge over the Bow River and walking down to have a look at the Bow Falls. Charlotte was worried about the presence of bears again but we made it in one piece. The falls turned out to be more like Rapids than a waterfall but it was nice to do something other than shopping for an hour or so. Once we seen enough of the falls, we wandered slowly back in to Banff and decided to stop by the Banff Avenue Brewing Company for a lunch time beer. The beer was very tasty and it was lovely to be sat out on a balcony, in beautiful weather, overlooking Banff avenue. Inevitably, I picked up a glass upon our departure. We continued browsing in the shops until we'd had enough, then caught the bus back up to the hostel. It turned out to be a pretty quick turnaround, as we changed ready for an evening meal out and the time flew by. We caught the bus back in and wandered down by the river until it was time for our reservation and whilst we were down by the river, we did get treated to yet more Banff wildlife, when a female elk walked past us, on her way to having her evening drink from the river. Our reservation was at a restaurant called The Maple Leaf, which specialised in serving items sourced in Canada. After a starter of calamari for Charlotte and French onion soup for myself, our huge mains arrived. My steak looked like it had come from the Alberta’s biggest cow and Charlotte's duck was clearly the best fed when it lived in Quebec. We were paralysed by the time we finished but just about had enough manoeuvrability to remove ourselves from the restaurant and catch the bus back to the hostel.

Tuesday 30th May

Our final day in Banff was pretty brief. We popped in to town for a quick breakfast at Tim’s before returning to the hostel to await our airport shuttle pick up. The bus was bang on time at 12:30 and after a couple more pick ups, we were on the road to Calgary airport. Despite the airports size, there didn't seem to be anybody around. After we dumped our bags and made our way through passport control, we had some time to kill in the departure lounge. It was then we found out why it was so quiet; there were only 5 international flights departing between 14:00 and 22:00, so there didn't need to be anybody around, apart from the people on those flights. Just as our gate was announced, we picked up a Subway sandwich for the plane, as our attempt to book an inflight meal had failed miserably. We boarded, found our seats and settled in for the tedious 9 hours ahead of us. Fortunately, I'd had the forethought to download the Westjet app, which gave us access to free in flight entertainment through my iPad. We departed bang on time and jetted off in to the clear blue skies above Calgary, destined for what would be the end of the finest 2 years we'd ever had.

"Far away so far away down to ..."

James and Charlotte

"Somebody tell us what's goin' down, don't need another Vancouver shakedown". Nazareth

Wednesday 24th May

Seeing as we were getting such early nights, we were waking up fairly early even though we didn't really have to. This meant we were falling back asleep and regretting it when we eventually came to getting up for breakfast. It seemed we weren't the only people feeling a bit worse for wear though, as the members of staff at breakfast were walking around like zombies. They'd obviously gone a bit overboard on the previous nights pub crawl. The orange juice hadn't been refilled, we were told the coffee was undrinkable and the cereal was down to the last few grains of coco pops. We even struggled to get milk from the dispenser. It slowly got replenished whilst we were sitting eating what we could obtain, so we did fill up eventually. We dawdled for a while after breakfast, killing time before we had to pack up our things from one of the worst rooms we'd stayed in on the whole trip. It was a bit of a relief to check out at 11, although Seattle had been a nice city to see. The walk to our bus stop was pretty much the same as it had been from the train station, only we were a few blocks further up. The only way anyone could actually tell it was a bus stop was when a bus was sat at the kerbside and loading customers. There were no signs and no queueing system. By the time we arrived, we still had about an hour and a half before departure and the crowd forming was waiting for a bus to Portland rather than Vancouver. As the clocked ticked past quarter to 12, I left Charlotte to it, while I swanned off down to Starbucks to follow some football. I know, ever the gentleman. I sat and had a coffee and followed the beginning of the first half but I was nice enough to bring her back a fresh, hot coffee upon my return. A few other people had gathered during my absence and had managed to show just how awful the human race is at queueing. As I said, there wasn't any signs or ropes but seeing as Charlotte was the first one there, I had expected a single queue behind her but instead people had queued either side of her and then just dotted themselves around the pavement. We got the last laugh, as the coach parked itself right in front of us. As ever, all we wanted was a seat together, which we got, but single travellers seem to have an obsession of securing themselves 2 seats by sitting on the aisle seat and placing their bags on the window seat. Charlotte and I always say that if we ever have to sit next to someone else, we will pick the idiot sitting on the aisle next to their bag. Despite all our travel, it hasn't happened to date. We set off pretty much on time at 1pm. The drive was pretty dull, along the highway, although I was distracted by the remainder of the football for most of it. We stopped in the town of Bellingham for a short while, before continuing on to the Canadian border, where we stopped for customs checks. The exemplary human specimens on the bus then poured more glory upon themselves with the removal of the luggage from underneath of the bus. In order to get to their bags, they were just moving other bags around them, rather than taking the first bags of first and thus making everyone's life easier. Seeing as we'd been first on, our bags were last off, so we couldn't have cared less but I eventually couldn't stand it anymore, and climbed underneath the bus to speed up the process. For whatever reason, probably laziness or it not being part of his job description, the coach driver never laid a finger on any of the bags. The immigration/customs turned out to be a walk in the park for everyone bar one lady who just happened to be one of the last through, which held up the bus for around 20 minutes. We did manage to get going eventually. There was a bit of rush hour traffic going in to Vancouver but we pulled in around 20 minutes late, at 20 past 5. For the first time in a long time, we had to get public transport to our hostel, in the shape of the number 23 bus. I'd stayed in Vancouver on my precious trip to Canada and had stayed in the same hostel we were, so when we got to our bus stop, it was like April 2009 was yesterday and I could remember the walk up the hill to the hostel. Upon arrival, we checked in to our room and immediately headed back out to a supermarket. As we were back in Canada, it had to be pasta and proper baked beans for dinner, with some carrots this time for the extra veg. By the time we'd had dinner, it was 9 and seeing as it had been a long day, we turned in for the night, excited to see what Vancouver had to offer in the morning.

Thursday 25th May

After 2 nights in the awful double bed bunk, a night back in a single bed bunk was heaven. We were awoken by the sunlight pouring through the open curtain and in the end, gave in to the temptation of some free breakfast. There was a selection of baked good, such as bagels, muffins and scones, as well as some fruit and porridge. From what I remembered from my previous visit, it wasn't as good as then but it was still free, so we couldn’t

complain. We slapped some cream cheese on some bagels, Charlotte made herself a bowl of porridge and we stocked up on coffee and orange juice. The cream cheese was disgusting and Charlotte under milked her porridge but we were full when we left. We had plenty of time in Vancouver, so we were in no desperation to get out and about. We still got out by half 9 and headed down to the waterside, where we joined the pedestrianised sea wall and started walking east. We were headed for a place called Granville Island but rather than cheat and take the ferry or cross a bridge, we followed the sea wall the majority of the way round. We did end up taking a bridge but only when it cut off a tiny portion of the walk. Once we were across the bridge, it was only about 15 minutes further on to Granville Island. The island is known for being an arts and crafty place and is full of all sort of craft shops, as well as the rather large Granville Island Public Market. We skipped past the shops for the time being and headed straight for the market. We spent some time wandering round the vast array of stalls but found nothing worth parting with our money for now. There was fish, meat, flowers, jewellery, crockery, clothing and all varieties of food stalls. We would be back for some food but headed outside to have a look around some of the shops. Rather than proper tacky souvenir places that exclusively sold magnets and key rings, the shops were a bit more high end and sold statues/sculptures, artist prints and various things worth buying, although we didn't. Outside it was pretty fresh in the shade, so we ducked in to a coffee shop and had a warming drink before heading back to the public market for some lunch. After great consideration, we decided against the chicken pot pie from a counter that was populated entirely by Asians, both queueing and serving and instead opted for a tasty slice of lasagna and some salad from a nearby deli. We watched a couple of Asians tuck into their pot pies and were pretty glad we'd gone for what we had. It wasn't a huge portion but it would tide us over until an afternoon snack. After our lunch, we wandered over to the nearby Granville Island Brewing Company, where we waited patiently for a few minutes, before we were seated in a couple of chairs at the bar. We could have gone for the tasting set of beers, which was 10 sample ones but instead, we just plumped for a pint each. We got a pale ale and a maple cream ale and sat at the bar sipping them and whiling away some time. Seeing as we were at a brewery, it would have been rude not to buy some glassware, so I (Charlotte probably won't let me put we), purchased a couple of glasses once we'd finished our pints. We wanted to buy some veg from the public market but didn't want to go back to the hostel just yet, so we decided to continue further along the sea wall for a while and then head back to the market for our vegetables. The afternoon walk along the sea wall was lovely. When out of the sea breeze, it was pleasantly warm and for such a large city, you can't really beat the backdrop of the mountains just beyond the skyline. The container ships were sliding in and out of English Bay, cursing barely a ripple in the calm waters. It's was a nice place, probably even more so than Seattle, which we had also enjoyed. We turned round not long after passing a rather tall and rather weather beaten totem pole, which was being held up by other trunks of wood. We returned to the public market, picked up some green beans and sweetcorn and hunted down some stairs up to a bridge, in order to make our passage back to our hostel a bit quicker. The stairs were hard to find, so we weren't exactly quick but we were in no rush. We didn't hang around when we got back, just staying long enough to drop the veg in the fridge. We headed back out in to town search for a bookshop but our search proved fruitless and took us through the more rundown and tramp filled area of Vancouver. It happened to be where the other HI Vancouver hostel was located, so we were very pleased with which one we'd picked. To cheer us up, we stopped by Tim Horton’s for a mid afternoon snack. It turned out to be a bit more than a snack, as we ordered 20 Timbits, which are small, flavoured doughnut balls and preceded to consume them all between us in one sitting. I'd never had them before but Charlotte was the expert on the matter. They were tasty but some flavours were far better than others. Charlotte got slightly embarrassed that we'd eaten all 20 in one go and, rather than putting the box they came in in the bin in the café, she left with it and chucked it further down the road where we wouldn't be judged as fatties. Our final stop of the day was at the supermarket. We found a closer, cheaper and all round better one than we'd visited the previous night and it happened to be in the gay friendly neighbourhood of Vancouver, where their zebra crossings aren't black and white, they are all the colours of the rainbow. Brighton has some catching up to do! After some consideration between rice and pasta, we opted for pasta, as it was far easier to cook on the awful hobs that the hostel offered. We got a jar of sauce to go with it, which was all we needed, considering we already had our veg. For the rest of the day we ploughed through some blog/photo admin and watched some Ice Hockey on TV before tucking in to our dinner. It had been one of our busiest days in a long time and it had felt good.

Friday 26th May

Despite being in no rush, we were up pretty early in order to beat the crowds to the showers. We achieved that part but didn't succeed in beating the crowds to breakfast, so we had to squeeze ourselves in on a bench, rather than at our own table; we stocked up as ever though. While we digested our breakfast feast, we relaxed on our beds and flicked through our lonely planet book on Canada and also had a look at our notes we'd made. There wasn't a great deal written down or in the book that we'd not done already, or didn't have planned for the following day. We came up with a thin itinerary though and thought we could bulk it our with some slow walking. At about 10, we got our things together and headed our into what was yet another beautiful day. The Pacific Northwest and Vancouver is well known for receiving a lot of rain but so far, we hadn't seen a single drop, which was fine for us, as it had made for some great days. We walked right across the peninsular to where downtown Vancouver stands on, eventually ending up at a pedestrianised area, that was yet another part of the Vancouver sea wall. We were now on the north side of downtown Vancouver and could clearly see the suburbs of north and west Vancouver across the water from us, with the dark mountain peaks rising behind the buildings. In the square that we reached first, was the Olympic caldron, which we assumed was the one they lit when Vancouver hosted the Winter Olympics back in 2010. We waited patiently for the idiots sitting in front of it to move away, before taking a quick snap and heading on. Just behind the caldron, was the view I described out across Burrard inlet, which is technically a fjord, towards the north shore suburbs. We spent a while enjoying the view and watching the seaplanes take off and land, which seemed incredibly clumsy but smooth at the same time. From our viewpoint, we moved down some steps to the sea wall walk area and started heading east towards Canada Place, which is Vancouver’s take on the Sydney opera house. Charlotte had read it out to me earlier and had said it looked like snails but snails seemed far from the mark. It's points were more like a big top at a circus. We watched a couple of more seaplanes come and go before continuing along the sea wall. We were still on the look out for a book shop and decided to ask in the visitor centre to see if they could help, which was just across the road. They did help us find a book shop but it didn't have what we were after but it had only been a 20 minute diversion. On our way to the bookshop though, we were treated to a homeless man vomiting at the crosswalk, which was a lovely experience. Back on track, we walked down the side of Canada Place, which had a paved walkway, with bricks naming all the Canadian provinces and territories and then towns and cities in them. It was a nice touch but it didn't seem finished, which could also be said about the whole pathway, as once we got to a point, we were stopped by hoardings. By this time, it was nearly midday and we were starting to work up a bit of a hunger, so we walked back down the Canadian path and decided to walk towards the area of Gastown to find somewhere to eat. In keeping with our technique, we went for the first place we found, seeing as it was also a brewery. We sat down and got a couple of beers each and ordered ourselves a couple of burgers to go alongside them. The beers came first, as they tend to do, and were both excellent. Better than the ones we'd had on Granville Island the previous day. The burgers came not long after and were also top notch, so we left feeling pretty good but also, pretty full. After lunch, we spent a few hours milling up and down Water Street, which was the centre of Gastown. It was mainly populated by coach loads of Asian tourists and lots and lots of souvenir shops but there were also lots of locals milling amongst the tourist crowd. The highlight of the street was the steam clock, which whistled every 15 minutes and then whistled at length on the hour, whilst blowing steam out its top. It is powered completely by steam, hence its name. We eventually grew weary of the crowds, so decided to head back to the hostel for some respite. We did pop to the supermarket after heading back, in order to pick up some supplies for a picnic but we weren't out for long and once we were, we sat up in the rooftop patio and enjoyed a cider we'd picked up from a nearby wine shop. Neither of us were particularly hungry but we resolved to having something to eat, just because we'd spent so long in the shop the previous day, mulling over a plan.

Saturday 27th May

It turned out to be yet another standard morning in Vancouver. We got up, had a good sized breakfast and even swiped some more so we could have some breakfast for our journey the following morning. We had hoped to be out slightly earlier than the previous day's but it was half 9 when we finally left the hostel, which still felt quite late. Our destination for the day was Vancouver’s famous Stanley Park, which was only about a 20 minute walk from our hostel. There were certain parts of the park that were closer but we wanted to walk it in a certain direction. For the last 5 minutes of our walk, it just became a task of following the crowds, as it seemed all of Vancouver and its visiting tourists were heading to the park for the beautiful Saturday we had in store. The majority of people were on two wheels, which is why we opted to use our feet. From the moment we arrived, it was clear we made the right decision, as the cycle lane that runs anti-clockwise around the park, was a precession of cyclists. Stanley Park had been a highlight of my last visit and I was sure Charlotte would love it as much as I did the previous time. The sea wall skirts around the edge of Stanley Park for around 8km and offers fantastic views of the Vancouver Skyline, the north shore suburbs, the mountains, the shipping lanes and, on a clear day, Vancouver Island in the distance. The walking/rollerblading/jogging path, that runs parallel to the cycling one, was fairly quiet, which made for lots of space and not much hassle. The other sights along the sea wall were the Lion Gate Bridge, which is named for the mountains behind it to the north, and a bit of nature, in the shape of a few Great Blue Herons wading through the shallow waters. As we got further round, we could just about make out Vancouver Island in the distance but it was so faint, it probably didn't show up in photos. When we got to Third Beach, just before midday, we decided to stop for lunch, so we found a shaded spot of the sea wall and perched ourselves on the edge. There were plenty of locals sunning themselves on the beach in the fine weather and had we thought about it more, we probably would have joined them. After our simple picnic, we continued on for about the final third of the sea wall within Stanley Park. Just as we were finishing, we passed an outdoor swimming pool,which again, if we'd known about, we probably would have paid a visit to. Instead of a refreshing dip, we cut through the interior of the park, keeping an eye out for one of the many mammals that call the park home. Stanley Park is home to beavers, skunks, raccoons and even coyotes but all we managed to spot was a squirrel. We passed a large lagoon before reaching our starting point again.  We'd read there were some totem poles within the park, that we'd missed on our first circuit, so we started walking again to see if we could find them. Fortunately, they weren't to far in, although the sign we turned off at dropped us off at some cricket pitches rather than the totem poles. We stood outside the Pavillion for a short while looking confused and it wasn't long before a local came to our rescue and pointed us in the right direction. There were about 8 totem poles lined up amongst a clearing in the trees but the info boards in front of them were so faded, it was hard to decipher them. Still, they made a good photo and we took a few, before heading back. It was almost 3 by now and we were getting weary from a bit of walking and having been in the sun all day. We stopped off at the shops for a quick supply run before heading back to the hostel. It was washing day, so whilst it was on and drying, we relaxed up on the rooftop patio. It was so pleasant, I fell asleep. When I awoke Charlotte had disappeared but later phoned me to tell me she was down getting the washing. Time just seemed to disappear in Vancouver and before we knew it it was nearly 7, so we headed down to cook dinner. It was a pretty similar meal to the few previous nights, so pasta, green beans, carrots and a pasta sauce. We chucked in some Italian herbs that were sitting on the side and they helped give the dish a bit of taste. After dinner, we retired upstairs in order to pack our things, freshen up and turn in, in preparation for an early start the following morning.

In recent weeks, I've not done too many summaries about the places we've visited but I think Vancouver deserves one. It's a lovely city, nestled between the sea and the mountains. It probably helped that we got great weather during our whole stay but when you are walking the walls around Stanley Park, it's hard not to feel envious of the lucky locals who get to live their lives their.

This one is a crossword clue as there are no songs or quotes for our next destination.

Town in the Rocky Mountains in Alberta, surrounded by the ? National Park

James and Charlotte