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My actual travels, those I aspire to, and those of others
Barring some final familial plans, frantic packing, and travel, this Vancouver visit has come to an end. The best part, of course, was spending time with friends and family. I am made up of parts from all of you, so seeing the whole of you makes me feel whole myself.
I will keep in touch from Oxford.
Permit me to apologize quickly for the scheduling problems that have cropped up in the last few days. While I would dearly like to spend time with all of my friends in Vancouver, limitations of time and communication capability have reduced the scope of what can be achieved. As it stands, I have visited Lonsdale, the UBC campus, downtown, and Commercial Drive on basically every day that I have been in Vancouver – averaging some ten bus journeys a day, criss-crossing the city.
Therefore, if I have been confusing or unavailable, please do not interpret it as any slight against you. This visit has been a marvelous opportunity to connect with family and friends and be reminded of the kind of deep networks that can surround you. While Oxford has much to recommend it, there is nothing to take the place of familial relations and ancient friendships.
PS. Anything that is not actually Vancouver centred is entirely on the back burner at the moment. Things like the final edit of the fish paper will just have to await my return to the city of spires.
To all those Vancouverites thinking “naturally, I am going to be able to engage in Activity X with Milan during the period before he returns to Oxford,” take heed. I now have only three full days left in the city: days that are increasingly full of existing commitments. Arranging new ones at times that do not conflict is thus becoming ever more challenging. While I do want to do everything and see everyone, I shall be constrained by the limitations of my time and other people’s initiative.
My flight home is in the evening this Saturday. I have a family dinner on Friday, but if people would be up for a group outing on Thursday night (after eight), to somewhere where a bit of food and beer might be had, please list yourself and suggested locations as comments.
PS. I have made good, but not complete, progress through my list of Vancouver tasks.
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Having dinner with Jennifer Schofield tonight was really enjoyable. We went to Tropika: a Thai and Malaysian place that has a well deserved reputation among my friends for excellent food. In particular, their scrumptious sauces deserve commendation. So too does the experience of conversing with Jenn, who is on her way from Calgary to Nanaimo. A co-graduate from UBC and a fellow member of the NORAD trip, I am sorry we didn’t take the opportunity to spend more time with one another while still in the same city.
Tomorrow, I am going for a hike with my father during the day. In the evening, I was meant to have dinner with my whole family, but it seems that Mica cannot make it. All told, I have spent less than two hours in his company since arriving in Vancouver, though much of that can be put down to his duties as a residence advisor in Totem Park. I must make a point of heading out there when he will be free enough for us to hang out together.
PS. I know that photo doesn’t do Jennifer justice, but it is the best of those I took this evening. We can only work with the lighting conditions we are given. Here is a better photo of her.
Following the party, an early morning, a good walk in Capilano Canyon with Kate, and a frantic rush to the bus station to help her catch her ferry, I am pretty exhausted. This evening has been practically the only unscheduled time I have had since arriving. Tomorrow, it is back to the pattern of meeting people and zipping across the city. Naturally, seeing Kate was especially good, as I have not seen her for a period that we approximated to be four years. I very much hope that the coming year will involve rather more communication than the previous one.
I have Ireland photos to edit and upload, books to finish, and much else to do besides. Also, my iPod (is it the fourth or the fifth replacement I have had through the extended warranty) seems to have a failing hard drive, while my camera is now prone to memory card reading errors. I am going to slog away at all that for a while, then go to bed early. After all, I am meeting both Caity Sackeroff and Jennifer Schofield tomorrow.
[Update: 7:05pm] The Ireland photos are now up on Facebook. I am adding them to the blog posts written during the trip, as well, with Photo.net to follow.
[Update: 7:45pm] I have added photos to the major blog posts written in Ireland. They are all linked on this page.
[Update: 10:30pm] The best photos from Ireland are now on Photo.net.
[Update: 11:00pm] My best shots from Cabin Fever II are now on Photo.net.
Because of problems securing both cars and drivers, there is a good chance that the hike on Sunday – following the party at my place on Saturday – will not actually be to Petgill Lake. It’s too far, and I cannot be sure that rides will be available.
The (very good) fallback is to catch the bus up to the Grouse Mountain parking lot, then take the British Columbia Mountaineering Club (BCMC) trail up to the top, since the Grind is closed. From there, we would progress to the majestic view that exists off the top of Crown Mountain.
If you care to provide a vehicle or a driver, speak now. If you are mortally opposed to Crown Mountain as a possibility (it is a bit strenuous, but the view is great), this is likewise the moment to air your grievances.
Often, the mark of a good day – and especially a good night – is that you expect it to take several months to really wander through your brain. I am referring to those circumstances that cause a person to profoundly question essential bases of belief. Now, it is almost never the case that such questioning leads to a real personal reversal; by this point, essential beliefs are deeply established. Rather, those nights that seem as though they could contain the possibility for self redefinition are those that hold the dual power of either upsetting the existing balance, or reminding you that the pivot upon which it lies is more stable than you might have dared to hope before.
Much less cryptically, allow me to offer my sincere endorsement to Guu – a Japanese tapas restaurant to which I was led by Nick. As always, his taste did not disappoint. It is not often that one can simply order all the menu items, then discuss them with friends. Such discussion has nothing to do with personal reflection, and everything to do with the sublime chemistry in which all organic beings are embedded. Getting a medical degree seems almost worthwhile, just to understand it better. Of course, I could never stand the terror of such constant reminders of how delicate, infectable, and mortal we all are.
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Things here are starting to feel as though they have the weight of urgency behind them. After an excellent day with Alison, I am looking forward to tomorrow’s busy schedule, the party Saturday, and the probability of frantic rushing next week. I would much rather spend my time with friends – even if hurriedly – than languishing relaxedly alone.
Those who want to do something with me next week, take note. I leave on Saturday and am already committed to a growing number of activities. There are so many people who I want to see but, in the end, preference is always likely to be given to those who are able to make plans a good way in advance.
I must be off to have one dinner with my family, then another with Nick, Neal, and Lauren.
Many people made fun of me for being so intent on my return to Vancouver on the basis of culinary considerations: specifically the high quality and low price of food at Vancouver restaurants. My lunch with Alison today, following the Vancouver International Film Festival screening we attended, would have convinced them otherwise.
At Honjin Sushi on Lonsdale – a listed objective of mine – we each had tuna and salmon sashima, prawns, prawn and vegetable tempura, miso soup, salad, a tuna roll, and green tea. It was an extensive and delicious collection of foodstuffs, served in a good environment. All together, with tip, the bill was less than twelve Pounds.
With one week left in Vancouver, a number of other restaurants are in my sights. Gyoza King was dealt with by Sarah and I, just as Sasha W and I enjoyed the vegetarian Indian food at Yogi’s. I am having lunch at One More Sushi with Meghan Mathieson tomorrow, then dinner at India Gate with Victoria. On Monday, I am going to Tropika with Jennifer Schofield, and I am to have yet more sushi with Astrid at some point next week. Yet further plans may emerge.
PS. The post title is a reference to a category on Tony’s blog.
Rather than return home with the group, Jonathan was dropped off in Kelowna so as to cycle back to Vancouver over the course of several weeks. Lauren sent me a couple of photos of him, just as he was dropped off: one, two.
Altogether, it is an impressive undertaking. Driving from Kelowna took more than five hours, and he means to make some side expeditions as well. There is one in particular to a place that I have heard said but never seen written; as such, I cannot write it.
I hope the solitude and exertion of more than a week on various British Columbian roads proves enjoyable to Jonathan. Not seeing him again before I leave is a shame, but perhaps he will make it over to the UK before I leave there.
