I left my smoggy island home on a Monday and traveled for 15 hours only to arrive the same time that I left. Vancouver was cold, for my unaccustomed body. 17 degrees and it felt like winter. The mountains were hidden behind low hanging clouds and my toes were numb. But then the sun came out, as did the mountains, ringing in the city on all sides. We drove to Whistler and the fast moving scenery and loud music gave the feeling of contentment within that only a road trip can bring. I wandered amongst the junkies of East Hastings, bone thin and raggedy and then two streets down found myself amongst the gentrified folks of Gastown. Check out the photos from my wanderings by clicking the link below!