14 hours is a damn long time. It's not quite the same as flying to Australia, but I've never had to do that, so 14 hours is the longest I've ever spent in one little, poxy seat.
Flight was uneventful. Food was crap, barely slept, sat next to a frenchman.
When we first got to Vancouver we had to go through immigration which really was a breeze. BUNAC had sorted everything for us, we answered a few simple questions (Have you been to Canada before? etc) and BOOM! we were through.
We hooked up with mossy's friend Ross who very kindly said we could stay at his for a few days until we get settled. He lives right in the middle of vancouver, 5minutes walk from the beach. So first thing we did was to drop our bags off and head off on a stroll to the beach with Ross and his housemate Bart. Me and mossy didn't last long, jet lag kicked in, and we headed home and were in bed for about 8 o'clock local time. Wimps.
Today we decided to head up to Whistler to hit the slopes before the snow finally dissapeared. What an awesome day. We set off from Vancouver around 6am and arrived in Whistler about 9am. The journey was incredible, everywhere we looked it was row upon row of fir trees and snow and then every so often through the mountains was a glimpse of the sea. There was a fairly heavy mist so visibility was low but the view was phenomenal all the same.
We spent about 6hours on the slopes, still learning to board at a basic level. By the end of the day we were totally exhausted, jet lag and muscle ache had set in in a big way and we headed back to Vancouver around 5pm arriving about 7pm. We showered and headed out to a little bar down the road where Mossy, Ross and Me had nachos and a few pitchers of the local lager. Tasty.
Jet lag has hit me again, so the writing on this entry is poor. It's only 10.30pm here now but it feels like 6am for us. Gunna hit the sack now and spend the day recovering tomorrow.
Will keep you updated,
Stay cool,
Dan xx
