Monday 24 December 2007This morning, Yang and I headed to the Perth Domestic Airport, had a few drinks at the Qantas Club Lounge, and then I said bye to Yang (for 8 weeks) and boarded the midnight horror to Sydney. On top of being cramped in economy, and awake at some ridiculous time in the morning, I had a horrible old man behind me who yelled and pushed my chair back to fully upright when I tried to sleep. I was so peeved as everyone has a right to push their seats back and it wasn't like he was trying to use his tray table or that he was a giant or anything; he still had inches of space between his knees and the seat in front. As the Chasers would say, "it's un-Australian".
On arrival in Sydney, extremely tired, I dozed in and out of sleep in the Qantas Club Lounge (screaming children kept waking me up...why are there so many children in Business Class Lounges nowadays?) before boarding my flight to Los Angeles. Thankfully, I bought a business class leg for this part of the trip, so I had heaps of legroom, a free seat next to me, and no cranky old man behind me.
From Los Angeles, I transited in the Business Class Lounge there...it was very dismal, and then headed to Vancouver, where I waited for my luggage until the conveyer belt stopped and had to resign myself to the fact that my luggage didn't make it...a great Christmas present don't you think!?
Then after a three-hour bus trip I arrived in Whistler, host of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games and my hotel for the next week,
Whistler Village Inns and Suites. This evening, 18 of us had Christmas Eve dinner at Hy's Steakhouse.
Tuesday 25 December 2007 MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I woke up this morning, looked outside my room and it was snowing; and the trees and the village buildings were snow covered…a perfectly adequate white Christmas! An otherwise peaceful morning was then interrupted by the phone ringing, but it was good news! My luggage had made it from Los Angeles to Vancouver to Whistler…YAY…best Christmas present so far!
All geared up, Jason and co picked me up from the Village Inns and Suites and we headed to the Blackcomb lift to meet up with Robin and his friends. Having not skied since March this year, it was embarrassing, but I guess not surprising that I fell twice on the first slope of the day! I’m going to use the excuse that the slope was icy to make myself feel better. We headed to 7th Heaven area at 2,284 metres, which was the coldest I have ever felt; it must have been –17C. The wind chill was really bad as well and my face was just burning, even with a buff and goggles covering practically every inch of it.
Robin took us down a blue run (although blue in Canada isn’t equivalent to blue in Europe, more like a
red), which was quite enjoyable until he made me go through moguls on my first day! I felt so bad for everyone who had to wait for me whilst I went backwards as the moguls were so tall that I didn’t have enough speed to go over them!
Slightly traumatised after my first morning of skiing, when I was given the option of lunch or a run down through trees and lots of powder, I immediately opted for lunch!

For dinner, we (Jason, Aaron, Peter and Michael) didn’t go for the traditional turkey and ham, but had Japanese at Sushi Village. Well, at least I was still celebrating with some family!
Wednesday 26 December 2007Today was the start of the sales, so we spent the morning shopping around Whistler village. We all bought a few things, and the boys almost convinced me to buy a pair of bright orange ski pants as I look so boring in all black, however, Yang suggested I would look more like a roadside workman in that colour!

After shopping, we had a chilli dog at Zog’s before heading up the Whistler lifts to Roundhouse. The weather was so good today, blue skies and definitely not as cold as yesterday thank goodness.
This evening, Robin, Sara, Jason, Aaron, Peter, Michael and I got our carbohydrate fix for skiing tomorrow at the Old Spaghetti Factory, a cheap and nasty Canadian Italian chain that I also visited in Calgary.
Thursday 27 December 2007I decided to be lazy today and spent the day shopping in Whistler Village, which I might add is the best shopping in any ski resort I’ve been to…well I guess it is North America, and they love having a lot of choice.
Tired of eating out, I joined the boys at their apartment for dinner. Jason cooked up a relatively gourmet meal with pan-fried salmon, mash and cheese spinach!
Friday 28 December 2007I made my way up to Rendezvous on Blackcomb and had a lesson for most of the day. My instructor was a marketing student who was a ski instructor by day and then worked as a Hotel Receptionist at the Westin by night just to pay back her student loan. Although I pretty much learned the same drills as the instructor at Verbier, hopefully I’ve improved somewhat…but whether I will remember everything next time is a different matter.
I had dinner at the boys' apartment again tonight, this time Aaron cooked a somewhat bachelor meal of chilli from a can!
Saturday 29 December 2007Back to skiing with the group today on Blackcomb, and I think the lessons definitely helped as I actually kept up with the group for once! After skiing, we had drinks at an Irish Pub…that’s one thing different from Europe…less of an après ski atmosphere. This was followed by dinner (spaghetti bolognaise) with additional guests, Robin and Sara, back at the boys' apartment.

Sunday 30 December 2007It snowed really really heavily yesterday afternoon and evening, and I think all of Vancouver felt it too as when we joined the queues for the lifts this morning, they were huge, about a 40 minute wait instead of 5 minutes. As a result, yesterday’s ski group decided to have a rest day, but being my last day in Whistler, I decided to go up to Whistler by myself. Luckily, although the lifts were packed, Whistler has a singles queue for people by themselves, to make sure all lift seats are utilised. As a result, I must have skied more slopes today than any days this week, and I skied until the lifts closed.

One last dinner with the group, again at the boys' apartment, this time, lasagne from the freezer! As it was my last night in Whistler and also given I would be spending New Year’s Eve on the plane, I bought a bottle of Perrier Jouët, and we cracked it open for dessert.
Monday 31 December 2007

This morning, I took the 6am bus to Vancouver, the “City of Glass” for some sightseeing in Canada’s second largest city. First stop was the
Capilano Suspension Bridge over the Capilano Canyon, which was a bit of a mission as I had to catch a bus to the Downtown Seabus Terminal, catch a Seabus (i.e. a ferry) to North Vancouver, and then take a bus to the Capilano Suspension Bridge. Although it was fun to walk over the world’s longest and highest Suspension Bridge (albeit pretty scary with the river below), some tree top bridges and along the Canyon’s cliff face I am not sure whether it was worth the title of “Vancouver’s first attraction” and the CA$22 entry fee. I guess the other highlight of this long journey was the sea-mountain-city views from the Seabus to and from North Vancouver were amazing.
Back in Downtown, I walked along the Coal Harbour Seawalk, past Canada Place, the floatplane terminal and really cool apartments overlooking Coal Harbour to Stanley Park. The key highlight of Stanley Park was the Vancouver Aquarium, which had beluga whales…they are so cool, so white, and so fat!





Rather tired, I had all you can eat Japanese at Robson Sushi on Robson Street, Vancouver’s main shopping and dining street. And since I was on Robson Street, I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping! As the shops closed, I headed to Chinatown, which I skirted through as it was dodgy dodgy dodgy (apparently it is a bit of a high crime area…which I read afterwards, silly me)! Luckily three blocks down and I hit Gastown, with clean cobblestone streets, old-fashioned lampposts and Victorian heritage buildings, and no dodgy people. Its main attraction is the Gastown Steam Clock, which belches steam and sound each quarter hour like a train whistle.
Then back to the airport and back to London...where I ushered the New Year in very much asleep on the plane.