Whistler Blackcomb made the announcement we had all anticipated. “The rumours are true… We are opening 5 days early!!! New official opening day is this Saturday, Nov 22.” their Instagram stated creating hype three days ago. Around staff accommodation, however, there were mixed emotions. Continue reading
Welcome to Whistler, or should I say “Whistralia” as dubbed by many due to the mass influx of Australians now calling this town home. I have no qualms for I am one of them, a fresh working holiday visa recipient commencing a seasonal position working for “the mountain” – the town’s largest employer. Over my stay, I hope to give some insights, relayed with personal experience, into what this scenically stunning town has to offer. But first things first… Why Whistler?
Canada and the United States boast some of the world’s best ski resorts and associated mountain-scapes. There may be better terrain at Revelstoke or beauty in Lake Louise but ask anyone to name a ski resort in Canada and odds are Whistler will slip off the tongue. Large proportions have either heard of (2010 Winter Olympics ring a bell?), physically visited, or know of someone who has spent time at “the Disneyland of Ski Resorts”. And for good reason. Let’s get you acquainted with the big three… Continue reading
The following piece was inspired by New York Magazine’s My First New York: Early Adventures in the Big City - one of my favourite and most treasured paperbacks to date.
At age 26 New York, New York was the final destination of a whirlwind 3 month road trip around the United States of America in a Wile e Coyote spray painted van with my partner – in retrospect, a somewhat quarter life crisis. After washing and vacuuming our beloved van in Boston, we took to the 1 90 south bound crossing Rhode Island, Connecticut and, with great anticipation, New York state lines in the pouring mid-October rain. Hutchinson River Parkway lead onto Saw Mill River Parkway and finally onto Henry Hudson Parkway presenting us with views of the Hudson River to our right and the towering Manhattan City to our left. Jack stressed as he skilfully manoeuvred our larger-than-typical-new-york-standard vehicle toward uncharted territory amongst impatient and risk-taking traffic. We would soon learn the car horn is just one instrument in the symphony that is New York, New York. Continue reading
I. Love. New York. Nothing more, nothing less.
Every perceived angle of Manhattan, from the peak of the Empire State Building to the depths of the Subways beneath the surface, oozed awe and beauty in a cinematic function. The sounds, the architecture, the culture, the fashion, the food… each day felt as if I’d stepped into a movie set living life as pop culture had intended.
Brooklyn was the accessible portion of the city, closer to reality yet quirky and gritty enough to push boundaries of the norm. Functioning at a slightly more eased pace, the vibrant street art had time to bounce from the worn brick building surfaces. It was like walking onto an old canvas with multiple creatives adding defining layers. Perfection. Continue reading
Our final week with Wile e the van was bittersweet. On one hand, the temperature was dropping quickly as we shivered in various layers of clothing and I was looking forward to being able to stand up in a room. On the other, this van was what our experiences over the last ten or so weeks revolved. As we drove the last legs through upstate New York and onward to Boston, I was lucky enough to feel humbled and grounded not only by my family history, but also my friends, as they glow with happiness as a result of living colourful lives they never could have planned. Continue reading