North Vancouver from Stanley Park
“Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.” ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I love Vancouver and its beautiful blue sky because it is my own. There are always these surreal cotton candy clouds that float lazily above you in the warm summer sky. My favorite thing to do in Vancouver is to bring a bike on board a bus or a train and get off somewhere to explore the surrounding areas. In fact, Vancouver is so close to the border one can make day trips to the US on a public bus! But aside from admiring floral arrangements in UBC, walking around Queen Elizabeth II Park, and staring at the sea, there’s really not that much to do.
Queen Elizabeth II Park
There’s good sushi, good bars with bad beer, and a rather nice air quality, but not much in the way of attractions. You might go skiing in Whistler or have an ice cream by the rocky beaches of White Rock, but that’s not really part of the city of Vancouver. Take it easy, don’t bother driving because parking is expensive, and just let things happen. It’s the place to go if you want to talk to strangers and get to know other people, don’t be shy.
Once I was trying to navigate my way through to the Police Museum and got lost on the eastern end of town. I wandered around Chinatown and East Hastings Street for a while and it didn’t feel quite right, there were drug addicts sitting around on the sidewalk and beggars around street corners and alleyways. Turns out I should have turned north instead of south after I got off the bus, there are no drug addicts or vagrants in front of the Police Museum.
Lion’s Gate Bridge from Grouse Mountain with a view of Stanley Park
