Back in January back in Sydney I met three very wonderful Canadians who were adventuring around the east coast. I chatted to Magena, Carlee and Kari often trying to learn what I could about Canada, knowing that in 8 months I would be seeing their homeland for myself. They convinced me that Victoria on Vancouver Island would be a great place to visit and I am glad I took their advice.
Vancouver Island lays off the west coast of mainland Canada. Getting there is pretty cheap and reasonably easy. I jumped on a bus from downtown Vancouver, then took a cheap yet HUGE ferry to the island. The cruise was fantastic, I am not sure how long it took in the end, I spent most of my time just watching the islands go by and enjoying the view. It could have been an hour, probably more, but I am not really sure.
After the enjoyable ferry ride I jumped on a bus to Victoria, where my hostel was located. Victoria is a beautiful little town, very cosmopolitan yet small enough that much of the city shuts down at night. As has become a bit of a feature of my trip I managed to time my visit at EXACTLY the wrong time, with the Victoria Fringe Theatre festival starting on the day I left the town.
The hostel was pretty good but not brilliant, luckily I didn’t spend too long within its walls. I met up with Emmet, a Californian I got to know in Vancouver and we hit up a local bar called Big Bad Johns. It was a cool little place with a great atmosphere. We downed a few beers there before heading back to the hostel. Back there we met Sarah from Quebec and chatted for a while.
The next day I headed out with Emmet, Sarah and her friend whom I forget the name of for a swim in the freezing waters off the coast. I couldn’t spend more than a few moments in the water before I was numb, but the sun was warm and it was nice to get out of the city for an afternoon. We grabbed some lunch and said farewell to Sarah who was headed back to Quebec that afternoon.
Now, remember those three Canadians? Luckily for me they were all back on Vancouver Island and invited me out for a drink to catch up. It was great to see someone you got to know 8 months ago again in their hometown on the opposite side of the world. It felt pretty surreal and it was nice to hear their stories of adventures from their travels. We had a drink in Sidney and the girls showed me around the small town. Magena gave me a lift back to my hostel, something I am very grateful for because the busses had stopped and my clipper to Seattle left early in the morning and I needed to pack.
Probably the one reason that drew me to Vancouver on my trip was to visit my good friends Laura and Murray to see their new baby, the very beautiful Thea. It has been a very long time since I saw Laura and her husband and it was very nice catching up with them. They are living full time in Vancouver now and raising their daughter, who is around 12 weeks old.
I had a great day with the new family, and Murray and Laura very kindly took me out in their neighbourhood for lunch where we chatted and enjoyed the wonderful weather. It was nice to take a moment out of my hectic travel schedule to stop and just enjoy a quiet afternoon.
I have to say Congratulations to Laura and Murray and a big warm welcome to Thea!
I hit Vancouver a little over a week ago. To be honest my time there was pretty much a blur. While I had only one very important thing to do in Vancouver I had no real plans of what to see or do in the City.
My first night there saw me join a club crawl which took in only two clubs, far from our hostel but proved to be fun none the less. It did give me a chance to meet some cool people, most of whom were Australian, much to my disappointment, but that’s Vancouver for you. It is Aussie central.
Vancouver is a pretty large city, with around 3 million people living in it and its surrounds. It is quite a nicely laid out city, with a modern feel. At the moment though the city is heaving under the weight of the upcoming 2010 Winter Olympics. It seems that every inch of the city is undergoing some form of renovation. New train lines have opened expanding the city and linking suburbs. Roads are torn up, footpaths littered with traffic cones and building supplies. All the work made it hard to enjoy the city on its merits.
Most of my days were spent wandering the city centre, meaning I unfortunately didn’t get to see some of the famous parks that surround the city. I did manage to guide a pub crawl though on my last night in town when the hostels usual guide called in late. I had a great time leading the group, as I had been in Montreal and was soon relieved of the duty anyways when the guide finally showed her face.
Vancouver didn’t really grab me all that much, but I must admit I was in a very weird mood coming off the great experience of Montreal. I am not one to write it off so early, and I think I will have to visit again, maybe after the Olympics.
I’ve mentioned my favourite hostel Montreal Centrale in my post about Montreal itself, but I have decided it deserved a special mention. Montreal Centrale was, by far and away, the best hostel I have stayed in in the Northern Hemisphere. During my time there (around 2 weeks in total) I met fantastic people, formed strong friendships, and had a great time. I helped in the Bar, organised pub crawls, cooked, moved furniture, lounged on couches and relaxed in the back courtyard.
Their setup is fantastic. The place used to be a hotel catering for “dubious business types” and has recently changed tack to catering for travellers and backpackers and the budget conscious. This is great because the hostel still has great hotel throwbacks, like clean rooms with TV’s and DVD players and ensuites in each, clean fresh linen, a pile of towels (hand, face, body) waiting for you on your bed at check in, great service and a pleasant atmosphere. The staff are very friendly always willing to come for a drink and entertain the clients.
I can’t thank Francisco, Joshue, Anna, Ben and the rest of the crew enough. If it weren’t for their welcoming smiles and open arms this hostel would have faded into my memories like so many others before it. They have created an environment that is extremely difficult NOT to make friends and meet people in and that is perhaps the most important part of any hostel experience. I met some people I wont ever forget here, and I owe a lot to the staff for enabling me to do so. Should I ever return to Montreal, which I definitely hope I do, Montreal Centrale will be my residence of choice.
If you’re wondering the significance of the image above, this awesome piece of art is what I marvelled at each morning across the road from the entrance of the hostel. Montreal is full of awesome graffiti.
Not much to say about my visit to Ubisoft Montreal other than I WENT TO FREAKING UBISOFT MONTREAL! The makers of some of the best games released in the past two generations: Splinter Cell, PoP: Sands of Time, Rainbow Six : Vegas and of course Assassins Creed.
Sure I was all sweaty after riding to the office, and too nervous to ask if I could take photos around the reception but I was polite enough to ask permission to take a few shots of the office doors. The building is a massive warehouse on St Laurent and the lobby looks pretty cool and industrial. There were people coming and going the whole time and it all looked pretty busy.
I am glad I managed to see it while I was here, a nice little experience for my gaming odyssey. Next big gaming related event? PAX, baby!
Need to get around Montreal? Jump on a Bixi Bike!
These public bikes are a brilliant idea. All you need to do to hire a bike is swipe your credit card. You get a little receipt with a code on it. Next you just choose any bike, enter the code and you’re off riding. The bikes are brilliant. Sturdy and well maintained. Not once in my time here have I encountered a damaged or clunky bike.
The way the model works is that you pay $5 to have access to the Bixi’s for a day (on a casual basis, cheaper for montly and yearly subscriptions) and you can ride the Bixi where ever you like, for how ever long you like with a scaling pricing structure for longer lengths of time. The best part? If you take a bike back to ANY base station within 30 minutes of grabbing one it costs you NOTHING. You can do this all day just taking a bike, riding where you want to go and leaving it. Such a brilliant idea. There are a ridiculous amount of stations and bikes, so you’re never far from a bixi station and they are carefully positioned to utilise high traffic routes but they cover the smaller streets as well.
As a rider I dig the Bixi’s. They are great for the environment, comfortable and best of all they are technically advanced. Check out their website which has stats on how far the bikes have ridden, maps for phones and account management. I freaking love Bixi!
I’m back in Montreal, and loving it. Over the weekend I checked out the Tam Tam Festival something I missed out on last time I was here.
The Tam Tam Festival happens every Sunday during the summer season and is completely public. Nothing is organised. It is just people rocking up to the Mont Royale Park with Tom Toms, Shakers, Tins, Drums, Bins or what ever they can hit or make noise with to play with the ever expanding group. Grooves are found and lost. They come in waves, fading when they just aren’t working and building to glorious crescendo’s when going well. People from all walks of life play and enjoy, welcomed to the collective.
On the day I went it was mightily hot, so I didn’t stay all that long but taking a picnic lunch and a blanket would be a good idea if you ever want to check out it. Of course it’s all free and open and you can ride a Bixi bike right to the park!
Yesterday I witness one of the craziest of past times in the Mont Royale park: LARP’ing. For the uninitiated LARP stands for Live Action Role Playing. Basically it involves players (standard nerds) getting dressed up and acting out fantasy fights.
While most LARP’ing events are fairly structured and planned with skill trees, classes, teams and abilities all determined by dice rolls this LARP’ing event which happens every Sunday is more of a free for all. Forming two loose teams the groups advance on each other, proceed to beat each other with foam swords until at some point it is decided the round is over and the process repeats ad nauseam. There doesn’t seem to be any real referreree and anyone seems to be able to join. All it takes is a foam wrapped stick and a bit of imagination. In some cases you’ll see the level of dedication to role goes from casual stick bashing to broom head adorned helmets.
For the many onlookers that surrounded the players the whole thing seems ridiculous. Especially when you see the grown men taking things even more seriously than the 6 year olds. But you know what? In each and every photo you’ll see in my gallery you’ll find smiling faces. These kids are just having fun, making friends, getting out doors and a little exercise and I wont be one to decry them for that.
I had a hard time choosing which photo to use for the header image, it was a toss up between this, this and this but in the end I went with the hardcore players. All gold, all pretty cool, but you can find even more LARP’ing gold in the gallery below. It’s times like this I wish I had a decent SLR and a telephoto lens, but I just have to make do with my waterlogged Canon point and shoot which has done me well so far.
Oh and on the topic of LARP’ing check out the great animation from the For Tax Reason guys after the gallery. Great stuff.
I love hostels. I love the instant connections they instil in their inhabitants. Everyone is in the same boat. We’re all sharing the same rooms with the same snorers, loafers and messy bastards. We’re all struggling travellers, excited and amazed by the smallest of things we experience on our adventures. Many are alone, seeking friendship at every corner, someone to talk to and share with.
Sometimes you find in hostels acquaintances, people to chat to and entertain for a moment, just a moment before they fade off into the night. Other times you meet those that you wish to surround yourself with for longer, filling your day with their company. I’ve met a few people like this on my trip. People that share a common outlook on the world and attitude to life.
Finding people like this is fairly rare but great. Of the hundreds upon hundreds of people I have met, shaken hands with, shared a beer and stories and laughs just a few make it into my hit list. They stand like mile markers in my adventure, my memories of them shining like beacons in rolling seas.
While I have become hardened against goodbyes, they are still are difficult, but the effect is reduced I have found when done over the hangover of a great night out. One such a great night was in the wonderful Quebec. And so, once again farewell my friends. May we find one another again in this wide world and raise a glass to our past, present and future.
Cirque du Soleil is one of those things I’ve just never really “got”. People rave about this thing, like it is some magical experience blinding to all shows that went before and even those yet to be. It has been placed on a pedestal so high that not even my expectations could reach it. To go along with that, the prices for the shows are ridiculous, adding to my complete lack of enthusiasm to see what all the fuss is about. I can’t move fast enough to the remote when ever I see another Cirque Du Soleil special on TV, scrambling like a soldier diving for cover from a nearby grenade.
When I found out that during the summer festival in Quebec Cirque Du Soleil would be performing for free beneath the underpass in downtown I figured: what the hell, I’ll check it out. And you know what? Colour me impressed, but in muted tones… maybe even with water based paint so I can clean up quickly once the novelty has worn off.
Basically I found the show to be street performers with a massive costume budget. The acrobatics and juggling and dancing was impressive, but nothing I really hadn’t seen a million times around the world, done by crazy hippies or poor travellers to earn a little cash by entertaining tourists. This is over simplifying a little. There were moments I thought: wow, but I think they were massively outweighed by the times I thought: meh.
I loved the costumes, and the music was phenomenal. I am just glad it cost me zero dollars. The show was well worth that price. More than worth it. Sorry to all you Cirque Du Soleil fans out there if you’re offended by my stance. All I know is I’ve finally seen it so you can all stop telling me how I should really see Cirque Du Soleil, but I probably wont see it again.