Hey peeps, it's been a while since updates because I have not had much access to the interwebs here.

The flight to San Fran was a rather uneventful 14 hours in a half empty 747. I was flying in business class that was pretty much empty. Out of my row of seven seats, only two seats were occupied.

I made sure to take my QANTAS pj's off the plane with me as I had not packed any. I also made sure to order and eat everything on the brekky menu to try and hold me over till dinner, which was toast, smoked salmon, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomato and potato cake, washed down with juice and coffee. I also ordered the fruit but was way too full to eat it.

When I got into San Fran around half past ten in the morning, I had to make my way over to the United counter and try to get myself onto a flight to Vancouver. I found out that I just missed the 1100 flight to vancouver and the next one on either United or Air Canada was at quarter to seven that night :( the dangers of standby roulette I guess.

I checked my bags and then killed a few hours in the non secure zone, until I realised that I still had my duty free grog in my carry on. Now because of this age of terror we live in you cant take liquids through screening in your carry on any more.

When I realised this I had a talk to Perry, the manager at the United domestic check in. I wanted to get my bag back but he instead offered to check it in in a box for free, which was awesome because checking in extra bags later on costs about $US 125. I just had to get a $16 box from some other dudes.

After waiting round at SFO all day I finally got onto my two and a half hour flight up to Vancouver I was put onto the flight ten minutes before take off. I found myself in the premium economy section, with a whole extra five inches of foot room.

Two hours into an uneventful flight the bloke next to me asked to borrow a pen. He had a bit of a funny accent which I couldn't pick, turned out it was Australian mixed with Canadian. He turned out to be a bloke who had moved to Canada when he was about my age after he had come here backpacking and found himself a girlfriend.

Dr Rob soon warned me off Canadian girls, saying I could quite easily find myself moving over here. He gave me a good idea of what to expect here in Canada, particulary weather wise, and he was even good enough to give me a lift into my hostel in downtown Vancouver, which was on his way home.

Canadian customs and immigration were also very easy to deal with, with the bloke chatting to me about how he stayed in the hostel just up the road in Cronulla and quickly waving me through, I had also collected my bags within 15 minutes of getting off the plane.

I got into my hostel around 11 at night and grabbed a kebab from next door, and like a nanna got to bed, mainly because I was wiped out from over 28 hours of traveling.

The next day I went up Granville St looking for some cold weather gear and found myself some bargains. I went into the Bay department store and got myself a pretty good parka for half price, which was about CAD$130 and some boots for about CAD$40.

Then I was up to whistler on the 3pm bus. I got in round about half past five and met up with portie and renee, after a quick gidday I was off to my lodge, about two kay's south of the village. The bus system runs pretty close to my lodge and I got in there around seven.

I had a shower and got to sleep as tommorow was one of the biggest days of the year in Whistler, 'strayla day.

Most of the work force in Whistler is Australian and on aussie day they all go off. I got into town around 10 in the morning and the pubs were overflowing with aussies. I bumped into the 'stralian bobsled team and got a photo in their sled.



I also met up with Lori for a quick hello.

The next few days I bummed around Whistler and I later got some ski's from Lori who sorted my hire out of the best price, so that was awesome.

I went up the mountain a few days but yesterday was pretty much a write off. When I went up in the morning the weather wasn't too bad, but the snow was rather Icy. After midday the weather really turned sour, and I went up the top of the mountain to ride the peak to peak gondola. It was blowing a gale and the gondola was closed, so I skied down to the bottom of the mountain.

There was some fresh snow, but it was very windy and the cloud was sitting about halfway down the mountain. By the time I got to the bottom it was raining and horrible, and half the lifts were closed so I just went into the pub and had a beer, and got a ticket to the indy pop act "Hey ocean" that is playing there tonight.

I hung round the hostel and did my washing, then met portie and renee for a late lunch today and now I am about to head off to the gig, and that's my first week.