North America 3
North America 3
The Skylark has landed.
I must mention another movie I watched Whiplash . My dad was a drummer and he had a gig in a famous night club in the West End , and a few weeks later it received a direct hit. That was one of his favourite war time stories, mine was when a doddle bug (V1) landed half a mile away and blew in our windows. My dad was enjoying himself cycling around India taking tea with Maharajas at the time. He always had the best stories! In the film the drummer comments to his date that "he goes to the movies " with his dad. My dad introduced me to Marlon Brando.( the screen version). But my mum took me to see Bicycle Thief ( in Mayfair.) Ah yes dad also said that the drummer gets the girls! ( was that another of his stories ?)
So should I be telling you all this? because according to Buddhist teachings we are encouraged to let go of our stories and be in the moment. So for the next several weeks in the New World there'll be no more Old Stories.
The weather in Vancouver was 20/68 a perfect Sunday afternoon for a Marathon which my Servas host was a participant . We spent the rest of the day ( the plane landed at 1130 but I was given a little agro by immigration ) walking around the downtown renewed olympic site eating ice cream in a holiday atmosphere. Laura, my host also a Buddhist with some Jewish hangovers, has a web site http://chilledclarity2015.tumblr.com . At her March 26 entry she describes some of the pitfalls in travelling to completely different cultures.
Her husband has a big job in a large scheme to bring Vancouver into the 21century travel wise. Naturally cycling will have a top priority, they are trying to go Dutch, but I sense it's going to be an uphill struggle. Though lying on my bed at 4am ,I did get a few hours sleep, I'm feeling so elated and tearful with the joy of meeting and being in the company of such lovely people, in one of the of the most beautiful settings for a city. When people ask me why I travel , this says it all.
I'm eating fish and chips with their skins, the likes of which are unobtainable in dear old blighted Blighty. And chatting to a cycling artist who has handed me a water coloured bookmark that she will offering to those who vote for the cycling network this afternoon at which I shall be attending with Laura. The view she has captured is my photo of the day,
So bloody well enjoy PLG Tony