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Amazingly fabulously beautiful

I have noticed over the last couple of weeks that I have been using certain words rather a lot. I shall therefore try to write the rest of this post without the use of the words amazing, beautiful, fabulous, incredible, peaceful, pretty, stunning and tranquil. I am not underestimating how tricky this might be…I’m in Canada, Alberta. Here goes…

The drive between Tofino and Nanaimo was a tough act to follow but the one from Jasper to Banff was an eye achingly glorious riot of snow capped mountains and newly melting teeming rivers. I took a bus which included stop offs at various ‘view points’ along the way for photographic opportunities and jaw dropping immersion in the fresh air of the Rockies. This was the Icefield Parkway, known to be one of, if not the most wonderfully picturesque stretches of road in the world.

A brief stop at Jasper (I shall return there later) and the ‘mountain view’ room I booked into really did have a mountain view, an uninterrupted mountain view at that which pretty much filled the whole of the window. I found it hard to stop staring at the mountains. They were everywhere. I’m captivated and slightly hypnotised by them. I’m only sorry my photographs do not do them justice, I am struggling to find a solution of how to truly capture this landscape.

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Icefields Parkway, Louise Kenward 2014

Icefields Parkway, Louise Kenward 2014

Some places are so well and numerously photographed that you almost expect to be disappointed when you arrive. Nowhere could possibly be so attractive. However, this is a part of the world that does not fail to surprise and impress. I have not been anywhere in the last couple of weeks where I have not been able to just look up at some random point in the day and be struck by the awesome sight of the mountains towering above me. It certainly puts things in perspective.

Athabasca Glacier, Louise Kenward 2014

Athabasca Glacier, Louise Kenward 2014

Athabasca Glacier, Louise Kenward 2014

Athabasca Glacier, Louise Kenward 2014

The Athabasca Glacier, albeit retreating at a pace, is one of the stops along the way. Here it is possible to take a snow bus over the glacier and/or a skywalk (recently opened) and walk out over the valley on a see through walkway that protrudes from the safety of the ground. I did one on the way down and will do the other on the way back (nerves permitting, I’m not too good without something solid looking under foot).

Further along and waterfalls are bursting into exuberant life as ice waters melt and lakes are still frozen and covered in snow. It would be nice to see them in summer too, reflecting the mountains in their turquoise pools. This seems like a great time of year to visit though. While technically ‘shoulder season’, the skiing has just finished and the green is yet to establish itself for the summer. It is, however, still covered in snow and yet warm enough to explore without umpteen layers of clothes and equipment (all of which is bulky and burdensome to carry, this remains a priority). There are also times when it feels as though I have it all to myself.

Bow Lake, Louise Kenward 2014

Bow Lake, Louise Kenward 2014

I initially travelled to Banff and tomorrow am making my way back up to Jasper, having stoped at Lake Louise and then Maligne Canyon. Too much for one post…I shall have to write again soon.

Border crossings

I’ve just crossed my 15th border, from Malaysia into Singapore. Not necessarily any more remarkable than many others but worthy of a note as the fifteenth. The first and only time I have been asked to unpack everything in my bags was before even leaving the UK at Ashford International. A couple of borders through Europe were crossed without my knowledge, it is difficult to judge border crossings when there are no distinguishable markers. But from entering Belarus onwards, each has had its own inimitable style and ranged from taking a matter of minutes (although this is exceptional) to the best part of a day. Arriving at Singapore overland I took a bus journey across the bridge from Malaysia. Leaving Malaysia is straight forward enough, get off the bus, queue up, passport shown and stamped, but arriving at Singapore involved something of a Christmas shopping/early sales dash off the bus (while it is still queueing in traffic heading to the border) grabbing all luggage stowed away under the coach and running headlong for immigration (safe in the knowledge that the bus will leave without you if you take more than 20 minutes). Queues quickly stack up before you can register which of the many lines are for ‘Singapore only’ and which ‘all passports’. That fail to win strategy of guessing which is the best queue to join. Then the prolonged period of anxiously waiting, watching as each person is checked in ahead, taking what seems to be a laboriously long time, while all the other lines seemingly move more quickly. There are ten people ahead of me and the man in the blue shirt is looking increasingly nervous, waiting at the desk. The woman the other side of the desk stands up, takes a drink of water and seems to be none the wiser to the chaos around her. As his wait goes on it appears that the computer has broken. Someone comes to ‘assist’, followed by someone else. I surreptitiously inch my way along to the next line. Nothing happens for what seems like a very long time. As I get to the next queue, predictably enough, the first line starts to move again. The queue I now find myself in is now waiting twice as long as the staff scan both lines of passports.

After a good deal of internal cursing and desperate looks to the customs area, willing myself ever closer, I finally reach the hallowed place where my passport and arrival card is examined and stamped – taking just long enough to make you doubt who you are and where you are from and that you might actually be some major drugs baron or similar. Bags are then hurled on to the conveyor belt that takes everything through to be scanned and dumps it unceremoniously in a heap muddled up with everyone else’s suff. No idea of how long has now passed, but sure it is more than twenty minutes I take my chances and head to where the bus would be…success, it seems he waited for everyone after all (even the person caught with chewing gum, yes chewing gum is illegal in Singapore), why not make it a more interesting event and threaten to leave the poor lost travellers stranded? Ah those tricksy bus drivers and their cunning sense of humour. Next time I’m taking the train.

Singapore skyline (Louise Kenward, 2013)

Singapore skyline (Louise Kenward, 2013)