Was Googling some information on driving across Canada. I live in this massive, incredible country and have seen very little of it. Frankly with gas prices as they are, I can't afford to see much of it, but that's another story.
It brought to mind a hilarious conversation I had with a workmate of Horse Daughter's. This young woman is here from Germany, she usually works on farms but right now is working in the sawmill with Daughter. She came over one day to ride horses and I had the opportunity to visit with her. She is a typical (stereotypical?) German girl with blonde braids, brilliant blue eyes, lovely clear skin and this earnest expression that grabs onto you and pulls you in. She speaks with a heavy German accent, and I do mean heavy, so please read the rest of the story in your best German accent. She was telling us about her Greyhound bus trip from Squamish to Salmon Arm. They had been in Squamish but, in her words. "Yeah, vell, vutever, had eenuff of zees place, time to go." SHe and her then boyfriend found a farm job in Salmon Arm and were instructed to get on the bus.
"I sot, yeah, zees is eezy. I haf been on a bus before. Vee looked on zee map and zee space from Squamish to Salmon Arm was just a leetle bit. So, get on zee bus, ride a leetle and get off. No biggy."
"Vell. Soon vun hour had gone by. Zen two hours. And zen I said to my boyfriend, vee haf gotten on zee wrong bus! Vee are going somewhere far, far away, but vee must have been to Salmon Arm already if zis was zee right bus. I ask a lady beside me, does thees bus go to Salmon Arm and she said yah. But I think she is confused."
"More time vent by. By now I was getting very vorried because we haft not brought food. I make my vay to zee front of zee bus and said to zee driver, excuse me, but vee ver supposed to be going to Salmon Arm. Zee driver he look at me and nods. I think maybe my accent ees too bad for him, so I say again slowly, Salmoooon AAArrrmm. HE says, yah, vee vill be in Salmon Arm, please sit down now."
"I sit down. But I say to my boyfriend, zees ees crazy! Vee haft been keednapped! Vee have been on zees bus for at least 4 hours! Vee are probably in another country by now and no one knows vee are missing! It was only a small space on zee map, it cannot take zees long to get anywhere! I said again to the lady beside me, are you SURE zees is zee bus to Salmon Arm and she said again yah, vee should be there in a few more hours. A few more hours! Ach du liber! Vee are all giong to die of starvation on zees bus. The lady gave me a granola bar from her purse and told me not to vorry. I said to my boyfriend, zees Canadians do not voory ven zey have been keednapped by a crazy man in the bus. Vee are all going to die on zees bus!"
Me: "So you got to Salmon Arm alright?"
"Yeah. But zees country is stupid big! In Germany zay have no idea. Zay alzo think every Canadian voks around in cowboy hats unt cowboy boots. Ven I vent back to see my family I took some spurs unt some plaid shirts unt even leather chaps. I got all dressed up in zee airport unt my family say, Ah, you are a Canadian now! Vee all went to a party and my dad and brozer wore the plaid shirts I brought them and everyone said, ah look, zee Canadians are here!"
So one of these days I would love to see some of my own 'stupid big' country. I"d like to see the Maritimes. Like to take in a lobster festival. Know some folks who have RVed the whole thing, coast to coast, but that is a HUGE undertaking! Also know some who have flown to Montreal or thereabouts and rented a vehicle and headed out from there.
Anyone with advice, experiences of their own? Maybe you've been a terrified tourist in another country? That young lady made me laugh. But as she said, any vehicle trip that was more than an hour was considered a 'journey' and was prepared for with packed food, water and emergency blankets! I drive longer than that to get to an airport or specialized medical care. I think we have no concept of our own size.
It brought to mind a hilarious conversation I had with a workmate of Horse Daughter's. This young woman is here from Germany, she usually works on farms but right now is working in the sawmill with Daughter. She came over one day to ride horses and I had the opportunity to visit with her. She is a typical (stereotypical?) German girl with blonde braids, brilliant blue eyes, lovely clear skin and this earnest expression that grabs onto you and pulls you in. She speaks with a heavy German accent, and I do mean heavy, so please read the rest of the story in your best German accent. She was telling us about her Greyhound bus trip from Squamish to Salmon Arm. They had been in Squamish but, in her words. "Yeah, vell, vutever, had eenuff of zees place, time to go." SHe and her then boyfriend found a farm job in Salmon Arm and were instructed to get on the bus.
"I sot, yeah, zees is eezy. I haf been on a bus before. Vee looked on zee map and zee space from Squamish to Salmon Arm was just a leetle bit. So, get on zee bus, ride a leetle and get off. No biggy."
"Vell. Soon vun hour had gone by. Zen two hours. And zen I said to my boyfriend, vee haf gotten on zee wrong bus! Vee are going somewhere far, far away, but vee must have been to Salmon Arm already if zis was zee right bus. I ask a lady beside me, does thees bus go to Salmon Arm and she said yah. But I think she is confused."
"More time vent by. By now I was getting very vorried because we haft not brought food. I make my vay to zee front of zee bus and said to zee driver, excuse me, but vee ver supposed to be going to Salmon Arm. Zee driver he look at me and nods. I think maybe my accent ees too bad for him, so I say again slowly, Salmoooon AAArrrmm. HE says, yah, vee vill be in Salmon Arm, please sit down now."
"I sit down. But I say to my boyfriend, zees ees crazy! Vee haft been keednapped! Vee have been on zees bus for at least 4 hours! Vee are probably in another country by now and no one knows vee are missing! It was only a small space on zee map, it cannot take zees long to get anywhere! I said again to the lady beside me, are you SURE zees is zee bus to Salmon Arm and she said again yah, vee should be there in a few more hours. A few more hours! Ach du liber! Vee are all giong to die of starvation on zees bus. The lady gave me a granola bar from her purse and told me not to vorry. I said to my boyfriend, zees Canadians do not voory ven zey have been keednapped by a crazy man in the bus. Vee are all going to die on zees bus!"
Me: "So you got to Salmon Arm alright?"
"Yeah. But zees country is stupid big! In Germany zay have no idea. Zay alzo think every Canadian voks around in cowboy hats unt cowboy boots. Ven I vent back to see my family I took some spurs unt some plaid shirts unt even leather chaps. I got all dressed up in zee airport unt my family say, Ah, you are a Canadian now! Vee all went to a party and my dad and brozer wore the plaid shirts I brought them and everyone said, ah look, zee Canadians are here!"
So one of these days I would love to see some of my own 'stupid big' country. I"d like to see the Maritimes. Like to take in a lobster festival. Know some folks who have RVed the whole thing, coast to coast, but that is a HUGE undertaking! Also know some who have flown to Montreal or thereabouts and rented a vehicle and headed out from there.
Anyone with advice, experiences of their own? Maybe you've been a terrified tourist in another country? That young lady made me laugh. But as she said, any vehicle trip that was more than an hour was considered a 'journey' and was prepared for with packed food, water and emergency blankets! I drive longer than that to get to an airport or specialized medical care. I think we have no concept of our own size.