The smell of dust after rain

chantalxlee:

She looked at me like I was on drugs and told me “Of course not. We don’t care about that kind of thing”

I love Canada. So much.

Canada is wafting~~

Oh no. You don’t know what the heck a BC is. Maybe you are from Taipei. Or Timbuktu. Perhaps Toronto. In short, a foreigner. Understandable. For your sake, here is a run-down, so you can feel smarter about yourself after a minute or so. Thank God you can read English.

(If you are from BC, but you’re here because you just woke up, or you’re stoned or something, here are some phrases you might recognize, to remind you of your place of residence: Starbucks’ at Robson and Thurlow. Wreck Beach. Vansterdam. David Suzuki. Pirate Pak.)

This is a blog of pretty pictures from a little province called British Columbia. If you are from Taipei, Timbuktu, or Toronto, you may not have heard of it (especially if you are from Toronto). It’s located on the western coasts of Canada; if the Pacific Ocean is our BFF, Japan is our FWB. On the left is fish and whales and stuff. On the right are cows, mountains, and a lacklustre NHL franchise. The capital is Victoria - which cheats on Japan with England, the dirty strumpet - a city of beautiful gardens, tea, and the elderly. The largest city is Vancouver, which lies nestled in the Lower Mainland in the southwestern corner of the province. Vancouver repeatedly battles with Zurich, Vienna, and Geneva for the most livable city in the world, depending on who you ask (clearly no one asked Toronto). In Vancouver, they eat salmon, sushi, and butter chicken on the same plate - BC is the poster child for “fusion” - and work hard, play hard is the name of the game. Vancouver is bordered by the ocean to the west, mountains to the north, and patriotism to the south. If you go east you’ll find horses, farms, rednecks on ATVs, more mountains, and then, if you go far enough, a desert. It’s actually a lot like the path Frodo took in the Lord of the Rings; in fact, you could reach Mordor Osoyoos in less time than it takes you to watch the damn trilogy.

And that’s just a tiny slice of the province. If you want to know more, read about it yourself onWikipedia. I also suggest this fantastic guide, which sounds funny until your Canadian friends demonstrate how disturbingly accurate it is.

“….in fact, you could reach Mordor Osoyoos in less time than it takes you to watch the damn trilogy.” I just choked on my food. Brb laughing too hard to focus.