Ah…the more days that go by, the harder I try to avoid this job because I know now that way WAY too many moments have passed since the last time I blogged and the idea of getting them all down on paper (figuratively speaking ok course :P) seems somewhat daunting…so instead I will make an attempt at the abridged version! I've just taken a stroll into Whistler village and am sitting in the public library next to the big windows with snow falling outside. It's b...

OK, so the whole customs, visa thing pretty much went off without hitch. US customs were predictably surly and fairly unhelpful: they thrust a piece of paper in my face, opened their back door, pointed across the highway and said "take this to the Canadians". Oki doki. So I dodged cars back across the border, was whisked through Canadian customs in no time and avoided the 3 hour wait for the next Greyhound bus when I nice bus drive from another offered ...

So, I'm sitting on the Greyhound bus to Belligham, Washington, USA. Yeah. And I'm having flashbacks to just how charming and helpful the US customs officials (and some Greyhound bus drivers) can be. Yeah. ME: Mate, can you please point me in the direction of the bus stop for the bus coming back to Vancouver when we get to the border? BUS DRIVER: No. Ask Them. Uh huh…them…cheers! Yeah, so turns out in the midst of all my US visa debarkles (remember that all t...

OK, so I'm now totally convinced that it's not possible to go to Whistler and NOT have a good time. I arrived late on Friday arvo, having happily dozed pretty much the entire bus ride, and I high tailed it over to Can Ski in Creekside to pick up my boots. I stopped by Peak View to unload a bit of my stuff then headed into the village to meet the boys and take Kim over to my place with his snowboard (they were squeezing slightly more people into a one bedroom apar...

Well, I'm sitting here at ye olde greyhound bus station (which I'm getting really quite familiar with by now!) having been talked into heading up to Whistler again this weekend with the boys to ski….OK…so they didn't really to work THAT hard to twist my arm and convince me to go! Haha But midway through yet another enthralling 3 hour statistics lecture on Thursday I decided there was really no way I could let opening weekend go by when my brand new skis are j...