19 August 2007

July, 2007



In the remote Canada wilderness, we can’t help but feel like we have been to this place before. The "First Nations" settlements we have visited remind me so much of slums that we have seen in Colombia or Thailand or Micronesia. There is junk piled up beside all the homes. Old tires, plastic bottles, rusted machinery. It is hard to make eye contact with people. Most seem to be oversized. Not so tall, really, but sort of like rounded squares. The faces are moon shaped and flat. Freckles? Yellowish tinge to the eye? These people live a very hard life. Fishing has been declining precipitously on the West Coast of Vancouver Island. We are not sure how they make ends meet. How hard to see a culture seem to implode and die – almost in front of your eyes. They do not seem happy, nor complacent, nor even particularly angry, they just seem bitter. Acrid. Inert.

The West Coast of the Island is indeed more rugged than the east. The Pacific Ocean batters the shores. Distances between safe harbors are longer. Yet we found the West to be full of sea life that was really fun to see.
Those who choose to cruise this side of the island are a bit more intrepid and adventurous than those who stick to the east side. We have made some great new friends amongst other cruisers along the way.
(this is what the Pacific looks like on an uncharacteristically calm day).