Or maybe it is? I make the rules, no one told me to build something on every continent, did they?
I’ve fallen in love with Vancouver a bit, we’ve spent a good 2 weeks here. We biked along the beaches that squiggle their way toward the city centre. We explored Granville Island markets and the North Shore. Even took a drive down the third-world district on the east side of the city centre. A stretch of road strung end to end with drug addicts, camped out in tents. I kept my window up and my hands within the vehicle like I was on a human safari.
Jess and I were lucky enough to stay with our friend Marshal and his family. The more I think about this the more grateful I feel.
Marshall’s father pulled me aside and asked if I would be interested in giving him a hand with his friend Karl’s gate.
Martin and I got some tools together from the garden shed and loaded up the car. Karl is from Newfoundland and it turns out people from there have a great accent. It sounded like he was reciting verse. He was just asking me if I wanted a drink. Karl teaches creative writing in UBC, He flies to Newfoundland with his wife as much as they can. It is the other side of Canada but costs the same amount it costs us to fly from New Zealand. Canada is huge.