What can I say? This blog first suffered from too much too see and do outside of Vancouver (there are still about 10 posts from the last 6 weeks that will pop up sporadically) and then the blog suffered from two weeks spent in Vancouver, which always does instant damage to mind, spirit, and the ability and desire to write a blog.
So what exactly happened in the last 2 weeks?
The picture on the right looks like one of those police arrest pictures after being caught driving under the influence. Granted, cycling under the influence is not exactly uncommon for me, but this is NOT an arrest picture ;-)
What I'm doing here is reading my HAT SIZE off a hat-size-measuring tape constructed from a PDF file found in the internet and printed at my hotel reception.
Since mirrors are rare in hotel receptions and one kind of needs one to read the numbers on one's forehead, I resorted to taking a picture using my cell phone. Works!
So WHY exactly would I want to know my hat size????
Well, there is this guy on Facebook. He makes traditional West Coast cedar bark hats. Already back in France, I had contemplated buying one from him (I think of it as a kind of redistribution of money to the ones with less), but when I saw his posting on FaceBook that he had created a Fedora that he wanted to sell or "trade for food", I had to act quickly. Suffice to say that I met Tiger at The Carnegie at Main & Hastings in Vancouver. This is how I learned that The Carnegie is NOT the corner where all a LOT of people hang out at the corner, but that it is actually The Carnegie Community Centre.
Tiger made a comment of me wanting to ride off on the bicycle while wearing the hat, but I ignored him.
Foolishly so, because on Kingsway a wind gust ripped the hat off my head, and two car drivers made not even the tiniest attempt to avoid running over it.
What can I say? Thankfully the cedar bark was still drying, because the hat did NOT shatter, and with a bit of re-moistening and remolding it is almost as good as new.
What else happened in the last 2 weeks? Most of it is lost in the blur of car traffic and noise and supply trips to Grandma. But a very few events stick out.
There is the day when I see 4 fit guys in their late 20s or early 30s standing at the railing of one of the towers of Lions Gate Bridge, all quietly staring onto the water below mid-span and one of them holding a flower bouquet. Oh FUCK, not another one! is all I can think. As I see the same bouquet withering tied to the railing at mid-span it serves as a daily reminder of what this city must feel like to those that don't know that there is a sane world outside of it.
And it's not only the 'concrete without pity' attitude of this city, the weather doesn't help much. What other place on earth can offer such gloominess in July???
Add to that the filthy air of North Vancouver that in the civilized world not even be present downwind of an unfiltered brown-coal fired power-plant
|The picture of the pick-up truck has been changed to protect the guilty !|
Also in retrospect I am thinking that it never hurts to earn some extra money on the side but at the moment I was so flabbergasted when I realized what he was holding that I took a quick right turn when he kept going straight (so to speak, pun intended)
Also yesterday, but before the moment when I almost found money 'on the street', I took another picture of the daily glacial traffic parade,
AND my new sandals arrived.
By now I know which shoe brands I like, which sizes fit my feet, so I can do the whole thing online, and don't have to be bothered by the limited selection in shoe stores. My old Teva sandals arrived in the mail in the Spring of 2015 and they needed replacing. No wonder, since they had born my weight in the following locations: Los Angeles (twice), UK, Belgium, Northern France, Hong Kong (twice), Vietnam (3x), Cambodia (twice ), Grand Canyon, South Korea. Not bad for one pair of shoes, especially since they were not used in motor vehicles but almost exclusively on foot and on bike. But that itinerary did finally wear them out. Meet the new ones, to which Grandma only could say "They're very colourful".
Stay tuned ....
Military Coup in Turkey!
I was just there ....
Turkish people were happy, I hope that doesn't change ......