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  • Day18

    Whistler

    July 25, 2017 in Canada

    After adventuring around Banff and Jasper we drove back to our base home in Vancouver. Time to spend some more time with the Canadian family. Jays Aunty has a good friend how owns a holiday apartment in Whistler so we packed our bags again and headed off with all of the family. We squeezed 11 people into this apartment so it was bound to be a big sleepover party. We stayed two nights here and had an absolute blast, it was great getting to know the family in a relaxed atmosphere and enjoying the sun while having many drinks. We walked around whistler town, enjoyed a beautiful refreshing swim in the lake, and also did the amazing 'peak to peak' gondola ride up the whistler mountain and across to another mountain. This was amazing! It still blows me away how it can be so sunny and warm and then once you go up the mountain its cold and snow everywhere! Of course us Aussies had a snow ball fight! ❄️ We also experienced some traditional Canadian drinking games that the cousins encouraged. First of all shot gunning a beer is huge in Canada, after 3 weeks Jay has finally been able to successfully do this. The cousin also brought out a snow ski which has been turned into a shot glass ski, the ski has 4 shot glasses glued to it. We then introduced the family to some Australian drinking games and all had a ball!Read more

  • Day29

    Whistler Village

    September 26 in Canada

    Today we walked from Whistler Creekside to Whistler Village. We saved money, because the bus costs $2.50. We walked along The beautiful Valley Trail for 45 min. The whether was great and the nature was awesome. Later we was in our favourite chocolate shop. I bought S’mores with salted caramel it’s so delicious 🤤 Mhhhmmm. Of corse we was in our lovely restaurant el furny.

  • Day20

    Sonntags gingen wir nach Whistler. Den Trip hatten wir über die Schule gebucht.
    Der Tag für mich fing schon mal nicht so toll an. Ich nahm den Bus zur Skytrain Station. Da wartete ich ca. 10 min bis eine Durchsage über die Lautsprecher kam: die Züge verkehren nicht bei dieser Station da in der Nacht ein Feuer ausgebrochen war. Na super 😑
    Zum glück lernte ich eine Frau kennen, die mich unter ihre Fittiche nahm. Wir mussten mit dem Bus weiter zur nächsten Skytrain Station fahren. Das warten auf den Bus und die Fahrt nahmen etwa 45min in anspruch. Ich schrieb meinen Freunden schon mal, dass ich es evtl nicht schaffe, zur vorgegebenen Zeit am Abfahrtsort zu sein. Doch glücklicherweise warteten die Veranstalter, da noch mehr in Zeitnot gerieten wegen dem Feuer.
    Erleichtert im Bus zu sein, lehnte ich mich zurück und hörte aufmerksam dem Guide zu, der uns einige Infos über Whistler gab.
    Unser erster Halt war bei den Shannon falls. Ein wunderbar, grosser Wasserfall der (für die Grösse) sehr leise war und das Wasser eher zerstäubte anstatt runter zu donnern. Nach dem halbstündigen Aufenthalt ging es weiter nach Whistler.
    Dort angekommen, wurden wir erst mal etwas rumgeführt und und gezeigt, wo sich in etwa was befindet. Dann wurden die Tickes für die, die bungee jumping, zipline track oder etwas anderes gewählt hatten, verteilt.
    Da uns diese Aktivitäten zu teuer waren, gingen wir erst Mittag essen und danach machten wir uns auf den Weg zum Lost Lake, der vom Olympiadorf aus zu Fuss in etwa 15-20 min erreicht werden kann.
    Der Tag war lange aber wirklich schön 😊
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  • Day20

    Whistler

    August 31, 2017 in Canada

    Zum ersten Mal in nun 2 Wochen haben wir wild gecampt!
    Whistler ist nicht wirklich Camper freundlich, nach einem schönen Frühstück hat dann prompt eine nette Dame von der Stadtverwaltung geklopft 😱😨
    Aber hallo bin ich im Vertrieb oder nicht- ohne rot zu werden habe ich ihr erzählt wir wären auf dem Weg nach Vancouver und würden nur frühstücken!😎
    Jetzt schauen wir noch etwas rum und schauen uns die Biker an wie sie sich den Berg runterstürzen.Read more

  • Day301

    Whistler

    August 9, 2016 in Canada

    Zum Abschluss unseres Kanada Aufenthaltes ging es noch einmal in das wunderschöne Städtchen Whistler, was vor allem in Winter durch die herrlichen Skigebiete angesagt ist.
    Aber auch in Sommer hat es einiges zu bieten. Allerdings hatten wir mit dem Wetter nicht so ein Glück, deswegen sind wir nur etwas herumgefahren und haben den ein oder anderen Trail unter Bäumen gemacht. An Danilo's Geburtstag ging es dann nochmal aufs Wasser. So haben wir uns jeder ein Kanu ausgeliehen und sind von einem See zum nächsten gepaddelt. Besondere Stromschnellen waren zwar nicht dabei aber es hat trotzdem eine Menge Spaß.
    So .... das war es dann auch schon wieder von fantatstischen Kanada und nun geht es in die Saaten und in 1,5 Monaten sind wir dann auch schon wieder in der Heimat.
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  • Day43

    A Canadian Thanksgiving

    October 10, 2017 in Canada

    A new day and a new destination. We picked up our rental car - the woman commented that she had not seen such a low price for a while - bargain hunting at its best! She also informed us that due to the increase in value of real estate, all but one of the city centre petrol stations had sold up, meaning the remaining one had the monopoly. We crossed the Lion’s Gate bridge and made our way up highway 99, otherwise known as the Sea to Sky highway as it starts at sea level and winds along Howe sound up to the mountains. We pulled in at Porteau to watch a group of scuba divers while we had a snack. Next stop was Shannon falls, a 335m high waterfall that had featured in the Twilight film (which meant we had to see it of course). For lunch we were at what seemed to be the only cafe open in Squamish. The 'Chief’, a granite mountain and the largest free standing rock outside of Gibraltar, rose majestically on the other side of the highway. Groceries bought and McDonald’s milkshake and McFlurry slurped, we continued on our way to Brackendale, the eagle capital of the world. The locals informed us that we were too early to view the migrating pairs, but that we might be able to see resident bald eagles up the road. Failing to follow the directions we had been given, we ended up on a windy tree-lined road through paddocks and decided to retrace our drive when the tarmac turned to dirt track. We gave up on the eagles and instead went to Brandy Wine falls (not sure how it got its name?!). It was apparent when we arrived in to Whistler due to the very nice architecturally designed houses, including a very fancy one that had been built into the rock face that looked like it was straight out of a grand designs episode. We found our hostel and checked in, just at the right time it happened. For $10 each we could join a Thanksgiving dinner that night with around 40 other guests, cooked by a chef who was a regular guest at the hostel - no brainer! We did offer to make yorky p’s however he didn't seem that impressed. Ladies were invited to eat first and queued up for platefuls of turkey, ham, spuds, stuffing, various root veggies, gravy, and a delicious orange and cranberry sauce - like Christmas come early! The men piled their plates high. It was a meal to remember - the sign of a top-class roast dinner is when even the side dishes are cooked to gourmet standard. Everyone chipped in with the clear up. With full bellies we gathered in the lounge area to listen to the chef’s emotional speech about the spirit of sharing. Guests had been invited to donate a bag of apples which would then be taken to the food bank, in return for entering a raffle to win some hostel merchandise. For the rest of the evening we played pool, listened to others play guitar, discussed the unsustainable prices of accommodation in Whistler, and played cards. A guy from Australia introduced 'Melbourne Cup’; a raucous card game, and we started up a game of mushroom. Unfortunately that resulted in me losing! We hit the hay so as to be up early for our Thanksgiving activities.

    In the Whistler village we happened upon the only free parking in town and hurried to the Blackcomb mountain chairlift, ready for our Sasquatch zipline, the longest in North America at 2km. Once weighed (panicking that we had piled on weight but relieved when we found out it was in lbs), we loaded into the van and wound up the mountain for 25 minutes. Kitted out in our harnesses, Hugo and I, along with the other nervous participants, made our way onto the platform above the tree canopy and peered over the edge to see what awaited us. After the briefing and watching two pairs go down, we plucked up the courage and carefully stepped onto the bottom step ready to launch. 3, 2, 1… we were off! We let out a scream as we whizzed down the 45 degree wire through the forest. While we had been previously told we would be reaching speeds of up to 100kmph, we weren't prepared for the force of the wind rushing past! Hugo whizzed on ahead and half way over the valley I remembered to let go and move my hands down, allowing me to spin and look at the view on either side. I saw Hugo finish in the distance and then I came in to land, speechless both from the view and the wind chill. Thankfully Hugo still had the GoPro after he had temporarily fixed it to his helmet. We watched the final people zip down before the instructor, who during the summer had achieved an unconfirmed world record speed of 206kmph, came down. We took the gondola down and went for 2for1 fish and chips at an Irish pub. In the afternoon we went back up to view the snowplough and other equipment, giving Hugo the opportunity to pose for a James Bond-esque photo on a snowmobile. Our next activity was the Peak 2 Peak gondola, the world's highest and longest unsupported lift system. We skipped ahead of the people waiting for the 'silver’ carriage as we had seen other people get a normal carriage to themselves and there was no queue. After waiting for a free one, we hopped in only to have a swarm of Indians pile in at the last minute. The best laid plans! We glided along the cable getting further and higher into the valley, which afforded us fantastic views of the village and forest below. We could just make out the gravity-defying zipwire that we had previously zoomed down. On the other side we headed off on a trail that promised good wildlife spotting. We listened out for hoary marmots but no luck, although we did come across two Asian girls who had decided to feed dates to some gray jays who were happily landing on their hands to take the treats. Being offered some dates for ourselves, Hugo fed the jays for a while and we carried on. Our journey back on the Peak 2 Peak was a more private affair, sharing with two other people. We headed back to the hostel, walking through the Olympic park from the 2010 winter Olympics. Clearly thinking about the winter, we opted to relax in the hostel hot tub which we had to ourselves, complete with fairy lights. Not a bad first Canadian Thanksgiving! Chilling out in the hostel kitchen, we were invited to try some soup by a woman from Shanghai. Excited by the prospect of a delicious authentic Chinese recipe, we were slightly disappointed to find that it was a plain egg and tomato soup. She also offered chicken gizzards and celery, which were a bit too ‘authentic’ for our taste so politely declined a second helping. While we cooked our meal - a stir fry - the woman cast her eye over our noodles that Hugo had just drained. Trying to explain that we had overcooked them, she clearly couldn't find the words as she opted for a highly entertaining interpretive dance that involved wobbling her arms enthusiastically. After chatting for a while about her leaving her family behind to go on holiday for some 'me’ time, and the translations of ingredients into Chinese (imagine our shock when hearing that Pak Choi is not a Chinese name!), we got onto names. Using Google translate we deciphered that her name translated literally into English as 'Duckweed Bouquet’. While I'm sure the name sounds beautiful and elegant in Chinese, I'm sure we can agree that it doesn't work so well in English. Hugo and I couldn't control our laughter, much to the bemusement of Duckweed Bouquet. When it was time to go to bed she wished us a 'safe and quiet night’ - another slightly strange translation but sweet nonetheless.

    Waking up early to hit the road for our return to Vancouver, we prepared our breakfast and were halfway through munching to be interrupted by a much unwanted announcement. 'Does anyone own a grey Toyota Corolla?’. Oh dear. The hostel employee sat down next to us (not a good sign) and told us that someone had reversed into our car in the parking lot and that our rear bumper was damaged. Luckily for us the offender was in a company car and had come in to give his insurance details. With a sheepish apology and a bundle of papers handed over, he made a swift exit and left it to us. The hostel lady was very helpful and called the hire company to confirm the procedure. We went to get some photos of the damage to find that it had been somewhat under reported. We attempted to open the boot to find that the chassis had been deformed. After some brute force on Hugo's part the boot was open and we then had to solve the second challenge - closing the boot. After loading our bags into the rear seats for fear of not being able to open the boot again to retrieve them, Hugo wrestled with the broken bumper to eventually get the boot lid closed. Trying to put this to the back of our minds, we set off towards a road we had been recommended for spotting bears. After 40 minutes of cruising at a comfortable bear-spotting speed of 40km/h, we returned back up the road unsuccessful to make our slightly earlier return to Vancouver and face the inevitable paperwork. Thankfully there was just one form to fill in and we were free to go.

    Wandering through Vancouver again, this time laden with backpacks, we realised we needed change for the bus. Hugo volunteered to nip into a Korean supermarket to get some toothpaste to break a note. After 5 minutes he emerged with something that definitely did not look like toothpaste - a little bag of garlic bread - obviously his priorities had changed! An hour later our bus pulled into horseshoe bay and our luck changed as the ferry was running late allowing us to catch it just in time. Our crossing gave us great views of the city as the sun set, with dramatic clouds and a pink sky.
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  • Day26

    Today's itinerary is a visit to the peaks of Whistler and Backcomb mountains. Originally we had intended to walk on some of the hiking trails but the visitor centre told us yesterday all the trails are still snowbound which seems amazing with these scorching temperatures.

    We took the Village Gondola up to Roundhouse Lodge (1,850 m). We bumped into Ellie, Ross and mates and took photos of each other at the Olympic Rings (here from the 2010 games) with the great mountain back drop. We got inline for the Peak2Peak Gondola and opted for the glass floor cabin. Els and co. had ringo rides on the snow slope, a better location than Calshot ringos! The Peak2Peak ride did as it said and took us from high up on Backcomb Mountain to Whistler Mountain over a valley. We were now at about 2,000 m, there were helicopter flights from here and, of course, a cafe so we stopped for a coffee break sat on the terrace overlooking the great view. A very charming Australian couple, from near Melbourne, invited us to share their table. We ended up having a very enjoyable chat for about 90 mins which facilitate us seeing the helicopter take off and seeing several Marmots.

    We then took a bus ride, on a winding mountain track, to the base of the 7th Heaven Express Chair Lift. The chair lift ride was very peaceful as we ascended to the top (2,284 m). We were gliding over the ski runs and at the top we were walking around in snow and people were 'doing' snow angels. We could overlook the ski run that had jumps and skiers were performing amazing tricks. We had another lunch stop with an awesome view.
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    On our return journey on the Village Gondola we spotted yet another mama bear and cubs, mountain bikers were within metres of the bears on their trail but blissfully unaware!

    We meet up with Ellie and Ross for a final meal together before we set off tomorrow for Vancouver and home. We had to wait for a table so we did a little retail therapy in the part of the village we hadn't explored. After dinner we went to a great ice cream shop Ellie and Ross had discovered and did some more pics by the village Olympic Rings.
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  • Day25

    WHISTLER (from the air)

    June 18 in Canada

    Today we are taking to the skies in a 6 seater float plane. We drove to Green Lake to check in at the 'airport', a stylist wooden shed on the pontoon. Our little plane was moored up and a larger regular service float plane was waiting to depart to either Victoria or Vancouver, the passengers boarded and the flight attendant untied the rope and climbed the ladder, hopped in through the cabin door and 'they were on their way!'.

    Washrooms were located in the very swish Whistler Golf Club house nearby, so we took advantage of these before meeting Captain Tim who was flying us up to the Alpine Lake. Whilst we waited to board the plane we watched a 'lovely' assistant fill the plane with fuel and a group of toddlers from a daycare facility came to watch the planes take off and they were very co-operative about covering their ears when planes were moving.

    Eventually we boarded the plane, Tony sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Captain informed us they hadn't landed on the lake yet this year so he would do a recce before committing to land as the water level might be too high. We set off, clear blue skies, up, up and away with great views of Whistler Village, Whistler and Backcomb mountains. We flew between snow covered peaks, saw blue glacial rivers bubbling through the valley, spotted Squamish in the distance. At times it felt like we were going to fly into the mountains but the captain seemed to know what he was doing! The scenery was breathtaking. Finally we spotted a beautiful Alpine lake between the jutting peaks, we circled over waterfalls whilst the captain was assessing if it was safe to land. Yes we could so down, so we descended very gracefully onto the lake, the captain kicked off his shoes, jumped out, pulled the plane into the beach and we 'debarked' (American for got off!), for photos and a picnic on the beach in a most idyllic location. The beach was quite small as the lake was very full from the winter snow melt so we had to partly walk in the lake to get to the picnic spot, the picnic blankets were laid out on the beach next to the snow cover grass (yes snow and sand in one place even when the temperature is 80 degrees plus). We really didn't want to leave this gorgeous location but, of course, we had to. On th return journey Gill was in the co-pilot's seat and was very careful not to touch anything or get in the way of the captain's view as, in these little machines there didn't seem to be many fancy gadgets so I assumed things were done by sight not all on instruments. Again fabulous views as we glided between snow covered peaks with views of Garibaldi National Park and eventually descended into Green Lake for another great landing (much smoother than Air Canada and Air Alaska managed!). We all agreed it was a great experience.

    We returned to the hotel and Tony and I decided to take a dip in the hotel pool before hiring bikes (no not to go mountain biking) but to cycle around the Valley Trail. They weren't the best bikes we have hired this trip but it was a good paved route around the golf course, along the river joining the lakes and by Altura Lake and a loop back into Whistler. There were the usual signs about beware of the bears but we only saw 2 very cheeky beavers walking on the golf course - I'm not sure what their handy cap was!!!!
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  • Day33

    (K)Ein Date mit Mr. Grizzly

    September 28 in Canada

    Das kanadische Bier ist um einiges dünner als das europäische. Also gilt hier die Devise: Viel Bier schmeckt viel. Was dazu geführt hat, dass wir nach einer feuchtfröhlichen Nacht mit Karaoke-Geträller ziemlich zerknautscht aufgewacht sind. Und weil es hier verboten ist, Alkohol in der Öffentlichkeit zu konsumieren, haben wir unsere Döschen-Sause im Auto zelebriert. Backstreet Boys auf dem Baumarkt-Parkplatz. Wir leben den Traum. 

    Nach einem Kater-Tag gediegenen Gammelns in Squamish wollten wir am nächsten Tag in Whistler zum Rainbow Lake wandern und den dazugehörigen Haufen besteigen.  Nach einem üppigen Frühstück und einem kleinen Pläuschchen mit einem sympathischen Park Operator, der im Nebensatz fallen ließ, dass einige Wanderwege aufgrund von Bären gesperrt seien, wir uns aber keinen allzugroßen Kopf darüber machen sollten, sind wir los gestiefelt.

    Unterwegs haben wir uns an den ersten zwei Bär-Warnschildern vorbei gelacht, hinter dem dritten "Achtung! Grizzlies" machte sich dann bei mir die Paranoia breit. Jedes Stöckchenknacken klang nach Meister Petz. Jedes Brummeln nach einem hungrigen Bärenbäuchlein. Der Kopf kann in so einer Situation ein echter Kasper sein. Und so musste Tim dann mit mir -ohne Gipfeltriumph- zurück stapfen. Und der Tag ist mit einer kleinen fußfaulfreundliche Runde zum Cheakamus Lake und einem Abstecher in die Skifahrschönheit Whistler geendet. Whistler, das Ischgl Kanadas, ist rund um seine mit Touristen gefütterte Innenstadt eines der schönsten Wintersportgebiete der Welt. Aber auch im Herbst durch seine intensive Laubfärbung ein ziemlich muckeliger Anblick. 

    Dafür haben wir dann am nächsten Tag unsere Waden beim Wandern des Wedgemount Lake Trails ordentlich brennen lassen. Einer der, wie Google prophezeit hat, anspruchsvollsten Wanderwege Whistlers. Google hat nicht gelogen. Über Wurzeln, Steine und Matsch geht es 6 holprige Kilometer auf 2000 schweißtreibende Höhenmeter. Aber der Rund-um-Ausblick auf die umliegenden Gipfel und den Wedgemount Lake zu Füßen hat sich auf jeden Fall gelohnt. Tim hat sich dann auch noch seinen Gipfel gegönnt und ist den Mount Cook hoch gestampft. 
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Whistler, ويسلر, Уислър, ウィスラー, 휘슬러, Vistleris, Vistlera, Whistler i British Columbia, Уистлер, Вислер, Вістлер, 威士拿

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