Whistler part 1
The Whistler Greyhound bus depot is in Whistler creekside. This is where I sent my ski bag to, from Banff. Since its been a few days my bag should have arrived here already. Unfortunate things don’t always go as planned and my ski bag with all my ski gear plus a lot of clothing did not arrive.
Nothing I can do about this right now, so I took taxi to my new temporary home. For the next 6 weeks I would be staying in a 6 bedroom apartment. Before you think that I had the whole place to myself, that was not really the case. I was sharing this apartment with 11 other people. Most of my house mates worked or just had a holiday for the whole season. My 6 week stay was considered short. The apartment is located just outside the centre.
When your standing in front of the house you can see the two mountains on both sides of the village. The village is in front of you. On the right Whistler mountain and on the left Blackcomb mountain. In between the two peaks is the “world famous” Peak to Peak gondola.
The village is about 25min walk from the apartment. There is the option to take a bus but often the easiest transport is the taxi. However on my arrival the sun was shining so after dropping my bags in my room I walked to town to explorer beautiful Whistler.
Whistler was together with Vancouver to host the 2010 Winter Olympics (for the people that forgot this fact) The town is not that massive and has a nice feeling to it. There is one long scroll from the end of town “Market Place” to the base where the lifts are and where both Mountains meet (Whistler and Blackcomb) Its zigzags through the town and on both sides you have shops, cafe’s, bars, clubs, restaurants and some more shops and some more bars. To welcome myself I had a drink in the Bar “Amsterdam” Surrounded with some Dutch street names and traffic signs. The beer tasted fantastic.
With some really expensive basic groceries, back to the apartment I made the mistake of walking back with the heavy bags instead of taking the bus or taxi. I only made this mistake once (well twice but second time I had too much to drink and thought I could lift the world)
The next day I went back to Whistler Creekside to collect my ski bag from the Greyhound depot. But unfortunate the bag was still not there. This annoying story repeated again the next day and despite that I was on the phone with different departments from the greyhound every day, they had no idea where my bag was.
So instead of walking around in a ski resort being frustrated that I could not ski, I booked myself a little holiday to Los Angeles. There was a chance that I would never see my ski bag with all my ski gear in it again. That idea in my head made me feel pretty sad.
So back to Vancouver with the bus, straight to the airport with the sky train without driver and on the plane with a pilot. LA here I come (again)