Canadian Coast to Coast.. Montreal, Vancouver, Canada

Great trip on the road with a group of friends (total 6 + persons in the belly of Matthew Simo, pregnant at the 2nd month).
Just booked the aircraft, the rest came by itself, to intuition. We flew British Airways because it is the company which has more flights to Canada. Book your flight well in advance, because they are always complete and the sky rocketing prices. (We have struggled to find in April to August).
Traveling by car in Canada is easy and affordable.

The B & B are good and comfortable. The petrol is cheap. It spends too little to eat.
We had difficulty finding housing, while in 6th
Tours for lovers of nature.

 

A Linate I am with Stanley in perfect time, despite being accompanied by his sister stunned that strangely has taken the right Tangenziale. Without even being able to say to tipa check-in we want a nice window, we have our boarding passes in hand .. Row 31, speriamo in bene!
Comunichiamo girls suffered a MPX our position to ensure that they are assigned a place in the area.
Customs will smooth the step because my tactic with exit identity card for the Italian trick always works. The policeman tries to ask and where they live and I say "London", then he is not convinced (partly because you have just seen my friend with a passport) ventures a "but it stops there?" And I that I have studied the lezioncina a memory and I have 6 years of experience (for recycling of the same stamp) I answer without hesitation "yes".
The trip goes well, there is even served hot pizza with a bis. We arrive in London with varied advance, we move from Terminal 1-4 and wait for the rest of the group.
Unexpectedly, the second group to arrive is to Fabio and Simona. Incredible and even more crazy is that they are at row 31 but we had told them nothing. There was an option on 300 and we have taken.
We know from a text message, after about an hour, that the last part of the sextet has landed, and then we decide to move calmly to the gate to meet her.
Climb aboard the legendary 777 and the 2 late do not even have a row 31 seats but are well separated from each other .... No comment! The journey is quiet, the window almost useless. From Sheffield to the airport of Montreal is a unique compact bed of clouds, 5 ½ hours of whiteness irritant, film-dried food and disgusting English.
Ago and there is a hot hellish humidity crowds, the face of those who argued that in Canada in the summer is not hot.
To rent a car starts the first impact with this bilingual country where, however, no one speaks two languages, where no one really knows, but only a mixture of two, and where if you talk a meeting with the other and vice versa In short, a true Babel.
Do I have to dust my French school because all the others are still the only Italian to say that to have studied at school (but did not air) decided to make a shy and looks good from intervening.
There is assigned a Pontiac Montana targato Ontario - yours to discover as the plate (in fact, every state has its own famous phrase), automatic transmission, color marc horrible, 6 posts and 6 suitcases, not more, that are arranged to fit very skillfully. Are then assigned roles: Fabio, our poor man in the middle of a herd of women, half of driving, I like the Navigator, as well as multilingual interpreter, Simona how to protect pregnant women and others like passing.
Easily port the group without errors and without hesitation straight ahead to the B & B. The keys are in the mailbox, because in this peaceful country does not need to close the door, are all too honest. We are given 2 apartments adjacent to the first floor of a Victorian house with very specific external staircase. They are very nice, even if they know of old, and very large, with a lounge, kitchen and even DVDs.
Just touch the bed I fall asleep instantly, without even noticing what they do for others.

I wake up calmly in the morning, alone among everyone not to be awakened at dawn or in the middle of the night and not have suffered from jet-leg. The noise is deafening. Every morning in this city's waste collection technology and more intelligent that the world can boast.
The wastes are put together in special plastic baskets. An officer made the division by hand, piece by piece, next to the truck, proceeding calmly. 4h So every morning for 4 houses. But divide plastic, paper, etc.. before harvest as all countries are "underdeveloped" in the world is too trivial?
The hostess left us by the kindly night before with a bag of croissants very fresh, so fresh that if you pull them bounce on the walls. It will be the humidity, or because the house knows the old croissant should adapt? E 'a mystery ....
Begins the first real day in the discovery of Canada and Quebec. Montreal disappoints me a lot. It will be muggy oppressive heat, which will not have a true identity. I could be anywhere in the world. Has some 'Dublin, by the fact that Dublin (which I have not even liked) is perhaps more pretty. E 'a mixture of old and new assorted evil, buffissime residential neighborhoods with Victorian homes, skyscrapers, mega villas on top of the hill overlooking the city, parks, underground full of shops to defend themselves from the winter frost, which extend under the seat to 25 km, the suburbs as the most ugly American in the province and the St. Lawrence River, but nothing special, totally anonymous.
What I like best is the mezzanine floor of the subway, perhaps for the air conditioning, perhaps because high tech and very particular. Disappointed by the city trying to console us with the array of French cuisine. Precisely because we are in territory "France" we are going to eat from Schwartz, the jew's most famous (and rich) in the city. After a long queue to get us to eat smoked meat at the counter in a very dilapidated and poor. I who are half my vegetarian taste satisfaction with the famous sandwich mentioned in any self-respecting guide. E 'missed by lick his whiskers!
At this point, being in the most trendy city of Quebec, we in a "combed". We bounced from the body-guard, but not by industry as would have happened in Milan, but because we have a water bottle in his hand. And 6 hidden skilfully backpack for us again at the door and into the room to accommodate us. It 'very 70s, with orange plastic chairs in the shape of a hand. The list is a disc of vinyl with attached stickers all crooked with famous television personalities. For each name has a cocktail unlikely, very colorful (chemically) powerful and beautiful (of alcohol content). We begin to see the local fauna for the first time. Canadians are great, perhaps the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my travels, almost better than the Norwegians beccati in Peru, and all the girls, pregnant or not, liberal or singles, agree with me.

Abandon Montreal because of time pressure and Km ahead are many, not before having a look at the former Olympic Village and the Botanical Gardens the world's largest. In an old building then you have created a Biodome, inside with all different climates and landscapes that can be found in the world, by the artist, the Laurentian forest, the forest, etc..
The real holiday begins on the road, with route ascending the St. Lawrence until the Gaspésie peninsula, following the route of the lighthouses.
The city disappears, thins out the homes and are all nice, wooden and colorful, the river widens until you see the other side, the landscape is remarkable, especially mobile, but we are left forever. We are far from civilization, from mass tourism, the stress from everyday life. We expect about 2,500 km of anything, or woods and parks. A real paradise, especially because the good weather continues to assist us. One of the first places where we decide to stop for a stop of the famous "cultural" is recommended by Stanley Grondines where apparently there is an old mill.
We arrived after exhausting research, passing a bridge covered with iron, the corpse of a poor raccoon on the side of the road and a ghost town of 4 houses. What Stanley is the second mill, is actually a house where you also pay $ 3 to enter. E 'closed because they are already in Canada and 5 to 6 dinner, so we end shortly after in a village called Saint-Cap, where there seems to be the most beautiful of all the Quebec .... Will be, but all seem to me these same villages, all nice, with the wooden house and garden care. Why this should be the most beautiful of the other?
Arrived in Quebec City in the late afternoon or at dinner for Canadians. Bernard, the owner of B & B we booked is embossed table and must run to open because we have forgotten to inform that we were coming (he lives elsewhere). First rule of the post to remove your shoes and lift the bag so as not to spoil the precious parquet. It is not easy though, because we have 2 levels on a scale so slippery as steep and narrow. Will do. We sisters we put in a room all pink and green water from very young girls, Fabio & Simo in a very pretty with a Jacuzzi. Seem to be the Brady family on vacation ...
Bernard assails us immediately to tell the whole pill in Quebec City, armed with a map and a lot of enthusiasm. Victims are chosen because Stanley and I know English (and say that I had hoped to cavarmela pretending not to speak French). We dry for about half an hour, slowly repeating the same things several times, making us believe that it will take a week to visit the city. High time for dinner scepter in hand and plan to Stanley because they are tired of surfing, telling her to show us the way to the restaurant. We walk uphill for hours and hours (Quebec City is very steep and is perched atop a hill as an old fortified town) to get to the notorious restaurant and discovered then that is a few hundred meters away. All ' "Omelette" we come back into the problem of bilingualism and the waitresses do not understand a bat. To order just mineral water sweat seven shirts, and we get strange things. Speak English and respond in French, and vice versa, but in fact they speak a strange language throughout.
Better go to sleep.

Our beloved Bernard welcomes us the next day in his kitchen and makes us try for the first time since we got the real Canadian breakfast. Know that in Italy with the pace that we would not put it into practice, unless we wake up to the first light of dawn. It takes about an hour to finish the delicious crepe filled with apple, cut into cubes and cream that we had prepared bread and cheese, bread and jam, juice, coffee, cereals, etc..
The city is extraordinary and worth the trip alone. E 'structured on 2 levels (although I seem endless), lower town and city high-walled. It seems to walk into a museum, in a town where time has stood still. We walk all day in this endless salts and down without losing a corner. 3000 photos we do, we burnt in the sun, and above all begin to harden the buttocks.

Let Quebec City know that we go back, celebrating with yet another giant cracks Bernard, that this time is to peppers (which I love, but a strange breakfast are beautiful).
The idea of the day is going to visit an Indian reserve and buy their factories, with the awareness that the money used for their livelihood. All filled with good intentions we take the SS 73 in search of Wendake,. With difficulty is the Indian reserve, perhaps because it is a fiction and Wendake basically is just a trivial little village with the usual 4 wooden houses. The "true" reserve instead is something more than the marketing of the whole trip, a sort of mock village built for tourists where you will also pay $ 15 to enter. We accept the "wolf man", a Urone (according to her) that looks like a normal Canadian transvestite. And we expect that the real Indians! The boy explains that now no longer have the features of the Indians so long ago were nearly all exterminated, and to ensure the continuity of the race were mixed with the "invaders", with the enemy in short.
Un po 'disappointed we drive on to Riviere du Loup, the first stage of the Gaspésie peninsula.
Take the highway to accelerate, given the limits on roads and provincial roads.
There is no living soul in reality does not seem even a motorway, the limits are low, however, and sometimes, sitting in the car, looking around you all the woods, you have almost the feeling of being still.
The lunchtime baguette with ham and cheese can you Kamuraska, famous for its one hundred tetti different. It 'very nice, especially at low tide, when the San Lorenzo retired and you can walk in the middle of the river course in the mud.
So come along the way to Riviere du Loup. The waterfall, the only attraction of the place, it's really embarrassing is so ugly
We find accommodation for the night in Sainte Simone, near Trois Pistoles. The number of houses in this charming country falls from 4 to 2. The trip becomes even more interesting.
The night is young and we decide to do seratona bowling. We are the only patrons of the restaurant, are about 23 and we have only half an hour because at 23.30 the doors closed! Enthusiasm!

On Sunday, after breakfast, yet light-based crepe fruit and cream, warm muffins, bread and jam, etc, are all dedicated to the discovery of our first park (can not go to Canada and not go in the parks). This is the National Park of Bic. It 'simply beautiful. There is the forest, a series of bays, coves and beaches to peak at the ocean, but most of all is "so full of seals! It 'truly a remarkable place, the beaches are postcard, do you want to come spend time with the person you love (ideal for 4 women and one couple, no?) And you can walk for kilometers in the woods full of simpaticissimi squirrels.
After visiting the park Bic us get in the car, for a change. Followed by endless facts all countries with the stencil, with the same church of the same color and the same wooden houses with the same garden and the same mailbox.
We stop around Carleton, a town known for its microclimate where all the bathrooms are old and come to spend the winter.

We spent a night in a beautiful B & B only occupied by us 6 in a location named Maria and the next morning, loading the machine to go, we have a nice surprise: a rubber is ground, we have drilled, or rather the rubber was auto-holed because worn. The old lady at the B & B gives us a hand to partially inflated with an electric motor, thus allowing us to reach the first mechanical street. Once again we come courtesy and hospitality of this population.
Turn stroll in search of the lost tire, the only hope for continuing the journey, after which Robert, the mechanic who has seen Mary, we have temporarily mounted the wheel. Culo pure we come across a Pontiac dealer in the middle of nowhere.
Having broken with the new rubber, we stop in a village that seems to appear more broadly, we shop, eat and ambushes, secretly entering into camps by the sea.
The more you go forward, the more the earth is red and the blue sea. The contrast is wonderful, we are approaching the coast of the tip of the Gaspésie, the San Lorenzo now has left the ocean space.
The goal in the program and because, famous for the cliff with a big hole, a kind of peaceful and quiet and huge reach on foot when there is low tide.
Stan and I lose a little 'time for the usual formalities processing and finding a place for the night before visiting this town, the first with a little' of tourists (even if only local).
This time we launch a book and a whole house with a view to be afraid of the sea, a little 'far from the city center, then, since we are gasatissime and efficient, we also book a boat trip for the day after.

We embark toward Ile Bonaventure. We reach the island after having seen a lot of seals. Bonaventure half Authority is inhabited by sule, birds and white stink. We do trekking.
After a day in the woods we return the land to continue to Gasp, the tip of the Gaspésie, the point of no return, one to which we return back to the west, where there is nothing if not another park, the Park Fourillon.

After 8 km of walking uphill in the park Fourillon pursuit of the lighthouse (which is also beautiful on the edge of the cliff) and the finding of un'istrice (first sample of wild animal encounter in the woods), we decide to do kayaking. Our attempt is aborted by the guide advises against him because you're lifting too much wind and we may not be able to return. Shame really, but better not risk it.
The experience allucinanti knows why we ever captain at the restaurant. Despite the other with the evening before because of the service (obligation to pay 15% more) and for the accommodation tables (the kind he wanted to divide two by two in a table 4 us not to sit tight and after a long discussion we managed to get a 3 +3) we have to return to this restaurant in the Gasp cook even after the 20, the Brise Bise. After 10 days passed around to eat salmon and French stuff, we are taken by the desire for pizza. What seems inviting. I ordered one to peppers, but I do not know how I come pizza with ham and cheese cake.

I have many km to return to the east, interminable km without encountering a living soul, if not some hitchhiker from time to time, road trails that seem to like roller coasters go up and down steep parabolic curve and, of wooden houses in remote restoration . In the middle of the 132 state to do un'escursione Gaspésie National Park. We reach the top exhausted and sweaty, but we have to run away immediately, because the wind is so strong that it does not forgive and we are hibernated.
Coming down, I come from a callback elderly gentleman in front of me and tells me to be quiet so as not to disturb the elk .... Well you see the elk!
We continue to Matane, where we take the ferry to cross the San Lorenzo and finish the tour on the other side.
Housed in a Motel, where it banged into our first room six. It 'great fun being together as a family, there is much air pajama party .....

The crossing of the Pontiac and its occupants 6.5 occurs in a very relaxed atmosphere. To get to the ferry on the other side of San Lorenzo in Baie Comeau, on a relatively narrow range takes about 2 hours and a half. I take this opportunity to crush a nap.
We are in the area of whales and a part of Quebec that points to the north, so the temperature drops. At night in the woods we touch 7 degrees, not bad compared with 32 wet starting in Montreal! But it does not scare us at all. Tadoussac to us and our goal is the white whale. Along the way we see many spray. Very good, it means they're going in our direction, but because we want to see them closely, book an excursion boat in the early light of dawn the next day by real adventurers.

Polar Refrigeration. Come dressed like cod fishermen, waxed with anti-freeze and anti-water, gloves, wool hat, etc. .. We plan to be more than hot, but we do not know that we risk freezing.
The trip in the dinghy I always remember as a nightmare. I think I have hated the whales that day. The sky is strange, completely covered and the clouds are so low that it seems to touch it by lifting the arm. E 'surreal landscape around us, reminds me of certain scenes in the middle of the fog of the film Moby Dick. We are in the hands of a young boy named Jerome. We see the usual seals curious who are watching us as if we were aliens, a couple of copies of famous Monkey Whales, a mother dolphin with her little beluga variety. I had never seen a beluga before, are excited, they are white and appear iceberg, came to stand out significantly in the gloomy landscape.
We arrive at the pier hibernation, but happy. To recover from frost consoles us with a brunch Pantagruel based gauffres, crepes, croissants, hot chocolate with cream, eggs, etc..
It is not yet over though, because there is another river by-pass and this time the system is brilliant. Since it was not possible to build a bridge because of the shape of the landscape, the machines are loaded on a barge that will take you 5 minutes to destination. Un po 'from seasickness, but very interesting indeed.
We are in Santa Catherine, and be fired after yet another ascent on foot, we are witnessing a rare event in nature without knowing it. In this point of the promontory, sometimes you can see the beluga of which, throughout the San Lorenzo, there are only few examples. Of course we have just seen, but we are not satisfied, they were too far away. Our desire is supported and, in a pouring rain, we move a hundred of these mammals, all together, a few meters from us. The sea is white, a spectacle of nature, a rare event. I can say with pride that we was there!
But the best of the holiday has yet to arrive. We head to a remote country on top of a fjord, in a pristine and isolated from the rest of Quebec, where we decided to go kayaking. E 'sera, however, and the only B & B we find, after several searches on the Internet, is just out of Anse Saint Jean. We arrive at a house with a basement that is both house of horrors. We enter the house and we are greeted by a pair of 80enni that invite us to leave out the shoes. 2 rooms in the basement, one on top. We finished the house of horror really. E 'equipped with maniacal do, it is more clean clean, nothing out of place, is Pacchiana, full of objects, but not common items of furniture, but dolls and plush animals, arranged as living beings in the whole house . Let's go to the restaurant to dine in the radius of 10km. It 'a very nice bistro that recalls an Irish Pub. Eat well, the kitchen is experimental. And during the dinner comes a band to play. The evening was wonderful, our last dinner together. Pity that the maid ruin everything with the history of the tip. Tells us that "sorry", but we still have $ 10!

Guys, I can assure you that none of us has slept better throughout the holiday, not to mention breakfast. We need energy to do 3 hours of kayaking in the fjord, and so the lovely couple prepares a banquet type Christmas. There are no other guests besides us, a pair of Toronto and you talk in front of a table with pomp, with pancakes and maple syrup, egg shirt, sweet fresh fruit, bread and cheese, bread and jam tastes of 5 different , freshly made hot muffins, jelly and cedar Porto, pork pie, all home made. I felt the 5 stars!
The pair of Toronto warns us that the morning is 94% chance of rain. Thanks a lot! Our guide to kayak is Louis and we are being announced by a beautiful Lady figone. It 'really the worst in Canada where we have come. I, Stanley and Frodo's start with the kayak after a short lesson to the shore, the others go to take a trip into the forest. Pagaiamo in the fjord for almost 3 hours. It 's wonderful, the mystical landscape. Louis tells the legend of the dragon. At some point the dreaded rain arrives, but is very weak. If this is the expected rainfall should be fine. When missing about 20 minutes to edge down but is the universal deluge, a wall of water. Do not see either where we are going, we are in despair. The aim is to arrive as soon as possible to the pier, wherever they are. Once arrived to the shore exhausted, unable even to raise the kayak for it to be rescued. Fortunately we are all whole and under the dry suit, but we still have to go back to the car and in those 2 minutes of the journey can make us a shower. There is no single part of us that might be saved. The children remained in the ground if the taste of a laugh to see so tanned and, despite everything, I also I have never enjoyed so much in my life ....
E 'on the penultimate day all together, so as soon as arrived in Quebec City and have revised our beloved Bernard, we decide to let us pass the crisis frantic shopping, the best anti-depressive in the world after the chocolate.
And then really the last dinner together.

The next morning we are already resigned to the idea of us in the famous dish "Bernard cracks" with who knows what secret ingredient, when we arrive on the plate of croissants! Hooray ....
Full of parcels we head to the "big" airport of Quebec City. Last pictures together and then the greetings, very strangely composed. I'll go to Vancouver, Christ will return home, the rest of the troops will continue by car to the Ontario and Niagara Falls.
The Canadair with the maple leaf (the national symbol) is waiting for us. Toronto After 2 hours of flight, is at the door. The look down because you see their whole, but not inspired. Too cement after 2 weeks of the woods and the sea .... Land just in time to jump on the fly on the plane that will take me to Vancouver, greeting race in Stanley and con un po 'di Magone. I expect an entire mine.
Flight Toronto - Vancouver, I have the place near the window, but sull'ali. One sees little, but enough. I'm crossing across Canada from east to west. I will have an overview of this great state. Next to me is a young dad with his little girl of 4 years. There, we chat, he is in Miami. Approaching an assistant flight, and after what happened to the Air France first few weeks here in Toronto, teaches us the occupants of the 2 files sull'ali on how to intervene in the event of an accident.
The life of the people on board and crew, so it is in my hands, I am thrilled. Although we have not yet taken off, I start to look out the window to understand how to us from the jump down in the event of an accident, as the gradient is high, such as turning the handle of the door, what could possibly catch fire, etc. .. This sense of responsibility keeps me fortunately vigilant and ensure that, through telepathy, really save the plane from the impending impact. Shortly after it while we are in the process of taxiing, I'm contemplating the lofty CNN Tower in Toronto by far. The sky is smooth, the Ontario plate, and although the city center is far away, you can see very well. At some point when the engines are about a thousand left I see a plane that is touring straight towards us, or rather comes from left to right perpendicular to the runway, landing almost same side wrong. It 'too low, what is there?. Between me and I think "the pilot will stay just heating the engine, but not really leave, then he knows what he does and there is the control tower then ...." Instead he does indeed, part. In my head scream at the idiot of the pilot to stop, there is not quell'aerettino see ahead, I see it from row 16, damn! And here my stifled cry of terror comes in via the telepathic. Mr.Pilot stops abruptly leapfrogging and nails on the track. 4 files finish ahead despite belts secured. Fortunately that was just started and had not yet raised, lucky that the runway was long. Microphone communicates that excuse, but had to discontinue the takeoff because they "inadvertently" there was a plane cutting the track !!!!!!! Inadvertently? But in the morning wake up idiot!
You start over again, the rest of the 5-hour flight was thankfully quiet. Despite the choice of pilots, Air Canada is quite a wonderful company, the seats are comfortable, eat and drink to the great, the music is excellent, the film as well.
From top step across Ontario with great lakes (which are actually ocean water), the Manitoba and Saskatchewan, the mythical with their prairies and wheat fields, and Alberta with large parks and here I am arriving in British Columbia , where the rocky mountains stand out with beautiful lakes on top. Finite mountains a rocky peak that is now Vancouver is located on a bay and inverted seems beautiful.
E 'late afternoon and start exploring the city center, downtown as people call them, just to understand where they are, what kind of city that pulls air. With a smooth mango in hand (one of the many disgraceful that American Vancouveresi go crazy) around the places symbol: Gastown, Canada Place, Waterfront. The bay every 5 minutes of seaplanes. It seems that the locals are so moving, in short seaplane instead of taxis because Vancouver is on a bay, but it is also divided on several islands.

The second day explores with more calm this city of many facets. About calmly that Gastown is the old historic center, the first urban settlement and has the air of old England working. E 'un po' tour for my tastes, perhaps because there is the symbol of the city, an antique clock or a clock that is moving to steam. Shops with souvenirs for tourists have taken the place of the old warehouses of the old port. Downtown rather vaguely reminds me of New York, with all those skyscrapers attacked increasingly strange and shopping centers. There is also a Chinatown, as in all cities that are respected, because the Asian presence is strong. Half the population is of Oriental origin and in fact all over the city if they can see the influences un po 'ovunque, especially when it comes to cooking.
Every hundred meters there is a Starbucks, perhaps because Vancouver is twinned with the nearby Seattle, the birthplace of this famous and fortunatissima chain. I try all kinds of frappuccino in circulation, but that the green tea I really did not go down, despite the summer and must have spent even a sociological study in the newspaper.
I fell desperately in Granville Island, which is accessed through or bridge or through Seabus (a boat-bus). It 'pretty much an island where the overall market. Reminds me a lot of the Sydney Fish Market and a blow I feel at home and I passed all the negativity. This city is beginning to taste. Pass an entire day on this island, turning the market among the thousands of stalls of fruit and vegetables, meat and fish, local manufacture of specific restaurants.
On the pier there is a guy who plays the guitar while singing songs of Bon Jovi. Its direct competitor, the singing of a gull. It 'an oasis of peace.
Another place where I lose my head is Yaletown. E 'a former industrial area where there were old warehouses that have now been restored. And 'the trendy district of the city with its restaurants, trendy shops and emerging designers. These ex - stores are all elevated compared to the pavement. E 'fantastico, and I rein in shopping, there are designers mad here, and then I seem to be somewhat' in Paddington and a little 'a Woollomolloo in Sydney. The sky is always smooth, the hot sun, people are smiling and friendly. I feel like a fairy tale.
The beauty of this amazing city is that you are in the most absolute modernity, but within minutes you can isolate the concrete from traffic, the car and find yourself alone to meditate, to breathe. The city is indeed full of beautiful beaches, parks and huge, first of all the Stanley Park (dedicated to our friend of course). Stanley Park is worth the trip from this side of Canada. And 'the largest city park in the world, but is not a town park, but a virgin forest still intact at the tip of the city center, with all its animals. The perimeter is 10 km and the local people call Seawall Promenade.

In the days following visito Kitsilano, the residential neighborhood in the south shore, and I Piazzo on the beach to collect shells. A carved stone tells the story of this city, considered one of the most rainy of the world because of the rocky mountains and the jungle and I think I must be really lucky, because since I arrived has not been a cloud until the day of My departure is the sun.

The penultimate day I decide to take a trip to Lighthouse Park first, then to the Museum of anthropology (I fixed the lights and totem if you have not yet understood) that is located within UBC (University of British Columbia) .
The Lighthouse Park is pure untouched virgin forest on the north shore of the city, 20 km from the Lion Gate Bridge. I am determined to try the usual light and raccoon and bear that are not yet able to see .. They are in panic now, moreover, does not think there is anyone besides me in this place. Not a watch, not a tourist, no. I am the only human being in nature, they are alone against nature. The paths are winding and up and down, the trees growing thick, cross your fingers so as not to lose me. At some point I see the lighthouse and cliffs. I put there and watch the horizon, save. There are really only me. I feel powerless and at the same time gasata. E 'incredibile come a 20 minutes from the center there is a kind of stayed the same a thousand years ago. Does not feel anything, except the noise of the ocean. After several hours of pure relaxation and strange thoughts I riaddentro in the forest and, again without encountering a living soul, I go away, back to the jungle town met with the idea that man is very small in the universe.

The last day is entirely dedicated to shopping wild. There are firm, but other shops have special offers. And 'the No-Tax Day! For everything: jeans, earrings, shirts, books. I'll be back on the beach for a last farewell to the sea, I go to eat noodles in Japanese and in tears, at about 4 pm, I start to calm at the airport.
In the waiting room to assist the most beautiful sunset of my life. The Vancouver airport is the runway on the sea and the Rocky Mountains in the background with snowy peaks. The landscape is incredible on the horizon, the field is free, the perfect view, the sunset is crazy. I am really satisfied with my holiday.
Salgo 747 on which I will return to Europe and I try my place.