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our boler trip continued  (day 1 to 15 part one here)
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some days it’s hard to believe we’re really here
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day 16 (september eight 2015)  tomorrow we’ll head to ottawa then quebec and stay with auntie ruth there.
day 17  on the way to montreal we drove the boler right into ottawa and quickly learned that parking with the boler, as tiny as it is, was near impossible in the city.
day 19 visited old montreal during the day.  great to meet and visit family in the evenings and to have breakfast with auntie ruth.  auntie ruth cried when we left.  a sad goodbye.
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a little patisserie we loved in old montreal city.
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after we left montreal we were told of a place near trois rivieres where we could leave the boler during the day, a catholic sanctuary were you could camp by donation (le sanctuaire de notre dame du cap), then take the car into the city.
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driving through the quiet town of trois rivieres.
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the walled city of old quebec.
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trying to take a photo with us both together in the crowds.  it wasn’t so easy!
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day 21 (three weeks) our second night at the sanctuary it rained and stormed hard all night but by morning was beautiful again.  this is isle d’orleans.
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day 24 driving past little seaside town after town.  mark has always wanted to explore the gaspe peninsula and see the perce rock.
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#ourboleradventure to be continued – part three – p.e.i., nova scotia, newfoundland  (or go back and see part one of our trip here).

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  • Mira - I am so soo soooooooooooooooo jealous of your trip !!! I hope one day I can do it too. Elizabeth…you look ridiculously young.. it should not be allowed !!!! 🙂ReplyCancel

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 Putting the finishing touches on before heading off on another adventureaugust twenty two 2015 tired and excited to be finally leaving. we’re still putting the finishing touches on before heading off on an adventure across canada and back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

day one (august twenty three 2015) we leave home knowing everything is being well taken care of at the chapel.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

day two our first night near moraine lake, b.c. with a quick stop at lake louise.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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day three somewhere in alberta.  hazy skies from the smoke of fires in washington.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

day three found a great little spot to camp near pia pot, saskatchewan.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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we spent a week of wedding festivities and visiting family.  a visit to barry and gail’s property near winnipeg, manitoba.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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cute arianna exploring!Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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day seven we headed to the family farm in chatfield, manitoba.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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uncle ron and auntie stella spoiled us rotten at the cottage.

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at auntie bella’s with david and matthew (and rosemarie at work).Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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driving out to see the property.  acres and acres of it…Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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sunflower fields in manitoba.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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day sixteen brownlee campground in marathon, ontario.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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longest suspension bridge at eagle canyon, ontario.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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day seventeen we dipped our toes in lake superior, ontario.Photo by ADORE studio | http://on.fb.me/1HDQwjG

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 Putting the finishing touches on before heading off on another adventureaugust twenty two 2015 tired and excited to be finally leaving. putting the finishing touches on before heading off on another adventure.

 

august one 2015 i’ve been saying there’s still five weeks until we leave on our road trip across canada and suddenly we look at the calendar and there’s only three weeks left! the boler’s at the “boler hospital” getting new wheels, some fiberglass work and a new paint job (no more camo!). so much to do and our busiest wedding month too!  we have worked on the interior for hours and hours but from the outside you’d never know it yet.

 

may to august 2015 the reno.

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boler reno continued… the interior needed work. a lot of work!

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september 30 2014  just brought him home. yes, he’s ugly and his name is rambo but we’ll get him prettied up soon enough. ‪#‎bigproject‬ ‪#‎dayone‬ ‪#‎adventure‬ ‪#‎roadtrip‬ ‪#‎boler‬ ‪#‎reno‬ ‪#‎rambo‬

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september 20 2014 i’m finally getting the little boler i’ve been talking about getting forever. mine doesn’t look this cute. yet! somebody thought painting it in camouflage would look good so paint to start with. i’m going to have so much fun renoing this! (el)

To Cuba by Way of Salt Spring Island

Every once in a while an idea captures your imagination; it winds itself through your mind, gathering momentum as it grows until finally it ends up a full-blown dream.  That’s how the idea to travel to Cuba began to take form and unexpectedly led us to a cozy ocean side shack tucked in the woods of Salt Spring Island.

Our plan was to backpack through Cuba by bus, train, or by private car.  It was to be an adventure; a first of many future trips we planned to take together.  My husband and I are photographer, and Cuba, with its aged buildings, vibrant colours, and rich culture appealed to us.  We live on the west coast of rainy British Columbia so the idea of a few weeks of sunshine and tropical breezes lured us.  Two good friends were to join us and for weeks the four of us lived and breathed Cuba.  We read everything we could get our hands on, booked our flight, and sorted out business at home for our absence.  Once a week we met and talked about our plans over drinks at a corner restaurant.  We never imagined that only days before we were to leave for Cuba we would find ourselves face to face with death, and that it was to change the course of our lives.

This is really a story about love; about the frailty of life and the power of love to reshape our path.  One morning shortly before our scheduled departure my husband suffered a massive heart attack.  I stood at the foot of his hospital bed not knowing if I would have the opportunity to say goodbye, but he recovered and we were given more time together, every day now somehow more precious, more tangible, but fragile.  Our plane left without us.  One evening we sat outside by the fire and heard the plane go by overhead with a heavy feeling in our hearts and a lump in our throats.  Our friends set off on their way to Havana and we took our already packed suitcases to spend a few days in Salt Spring Island, three hours and two ferry rides away.

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The largest of British Columbia’s Gulf Islands, Salt Spring Island sits amid spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean.  Salt Spring Island embraced us with its peaceful beauty.  Its friendly people cheered us and its slow pace comforted us.  At nights we listened to old records on the turntable and shared a meal of fresh local bread, goat’s cheese and wine brewed on the island.  It was here in this beautiful place that Mark asked me to marry him one cool spring evening.

A few months later we were married surrounded by friends and family in our backyard.  Once again we dared to dream and booked two more flights to Cuba.  Seven months later our trip became a reality and after two cramped, sleepless flights, long waits in dingy airport lounges and countless lineups, we finally emerged from the Havana airport to feel the warm tropical air envelop us.

But that’s another story.

 

The Colour of Cuba


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What a rush it is to be here, as we breathe in our first breaths of smog filled air.  As we ride into the heart of the city we realize that we have begun a true adventure.  Whole families share one motorcycle and the roads with us.  Crowds of people stand at intersections and hail down rides.  As we near old Havana we see camellos; semi-trucks hauling overcrowded buses, and faces of all sizes and colours stare at us as we stare back at them.

By the time we arrived in Old Havana, our throats and eyes were burning.  We drove through a maze of narrow, washed-out gray streets and suddenly our taxi dropped us off.  We arrived clutching on to a wrinkled sheet of paper marked “Julio and Elsa Roque, Casa Particular”, carrying overloaded backpacks filled with camera equipment, tripods and a minimum number of clothes needed for our stay of almost a month.

We stood in front of a narrow, worn out apartment building with a hostel sign out front.  When we rang the bell a leather wallet suspended by a string dropped down from the second floor onto our heads.  Inside the wallet we found a key to the building.

We learned the routine quickly, three dollar breakfast at eight in Julio and Elsa’s kitchen before heading out for the day, and a tug on the string every evening when we came home.  A second tug on the string and we watched the wallet rise on its return to a second floor balcony.  Every night we collapsed onto our bed for a hot, fitful sleep, exhausted and exhilarated after a long day of exploring the great city.

Grayness, dust and the destruction of time seemed to be everywhere when we first arrived in Havana, but each morning as we left the apartment we began to see pockets of colour until the colour of Cuba was in everything around us.

Havana Vieja [Old Havana} is a bustling city in disrepair after decades of economic hardship which has left the city in decay.  This grand old city is always alive with sights and sounds as vehicles of all types compete for the roads with people of all ages and colours; a little girl with fair complexion and aqua coloured eyes, the rich brown skin and charcoal-black eyes of an old weathered man.  Everywhere there is a symphony of noise, a wall of sound that permeates the hours of the day; babies crying and dogs barking, neighbours calling out to one another, and every so often, loud music from a boom box as it passes by, and always in the background the sound of cars, trucks, and bicycle bells.

Late into the night, as we lay sleepless on our lumpy bed with the windows open to give us reprieve from the heat, the sound continues.  In the early morning hours all is finally quiet, the air is cool and for the first time since our arrival, there is a moment of quiet.  In a few moments, the rooster crows, a baby wails and the city starts a new day.

written by Elizabeth Kowal

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After Havana we took a bus to Trinidad and from there another long ride through the jungle to Baracoa where we spent a week in the little seaside town.  I’ll do a blog post about that part of our trip sometime soon…


 

  • Pat Hildebrandt - Loved your blog, and that was an amazing story you shared. I had not heard the details before…ReplyCancel