Don’t Buy a Limousine

A three-day train ride is a bit like hitchhiking – you have no control. We would sit there hypothesising how much longer we’d be stuck in Portage-la-Prairie and consuming a nauseating amount of caramelised almonds, and in the end, miraculously, still got to Vancouver in time.

24 hours into the trip, after stepping out in -41°C for the first time in my life (together with all the people who’ll go where they’re allowed to smoke no matter what the conditions), I was told that we’re still in Ontario. A traveling Londoner later commented that “it feels like cheating, really – a new province every day now; we’re just racing through”.

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Freight train, freight train, going so fast…
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The Rockies with the reflection of my yellow water bottle in the lower left corner
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University of British Colombia – Anthropology Museum
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The view from nudist Wreck Beach – I’m ashamed to admit that I kept my clothes on

It was a good trip, anyway. An old Canadian horticulturalist bought me hot chocolate, gave me a grapefruit (“Are you sure? It’s a very nice grapefruit.”), and chatted to me about pesticides and pathogens. We also passed Chilliwack, which supposedly is where all the drugs destined for the States travel through, so I got cocaine stuck in my head (the song, not the substance).

It’s always a little scary to set off on your own, until you realise that you never actually travel alone. I hitched a ride to get off a mountain once I made it to the west, and because the driver didn’t speak English I chatted to his most endearing 12-year old son Leo.

Leo:     I’m not a very good geographer; I like history and maths.
I:          Do you think you’d like to do history after you’re done with school?
Leo:     I don’t think I want to be an archaeologist… But hey, you never know! Maybe one day you’ll see me digging for bones somewhere.
I:          I’ll wave.
Leo:     Do you know Oprah Winfrey?
I:          I’ve heard of her, yes.
Leo:     One of her most famous lines is ‘When you own a limousine, everyone will want to ride with you, but when your limousine breaks down, who will ride the bus with you?’
I:          So that friend you were telling me about would be the kind of guy who’ll take the bus with you when your limousine breaks down?
Leo:     Unfortunately I don’t have a limousine.
I:          Well then it can’t break down either.
Leo:     That’s true; I haven’t looked at it that way!! If you don’t have a limousine it can’t break down!!

 

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