Back in Black
Good times must inevitabley come to an end and i soon relaised that i had to leave Canada and return home to old blighty to see friends, family and address the isssue of an empty bank account. 
With most of my main objectives complete though, i was happy to bored the plane, but sure enough as we started to hurtle down the runway i was thinking, what the hell have i done!
My final fortnight in the winter wonderland was plagued with spring weather. On one hand it was nice and sunny, but runs were diminishing along with the snow, it sure does melt fast. 
I travelled down to Vancouver to pick up Elizabeth who felt as if she had been living in the longest day ever. 
With the next day written off we then headed to Blackcomb base to teach my first lesson and get Liz 
skiing on a mountain for the first time in her life. Like a duck to water she did very well.
In time we had Liz going all over the mountain, round the Burnt Stew trail and even the tricky blue run that is the Saddle. But before we knew it her ski pass was to expire and her time on the learning to ski was over. luckily she is looking foward to getting her snow fix next year. 
One of my main objectives, becide learning to teach and becoming an all mountain skiier, i wanted to successfully land a 360o. A full rotation in the air 
without falling over was the mission and on Liz’s last day i tried and tried again. After 6 failed landings i was starting to get to sore and thought i am going to have to leave it to my last day. Day 75, and we are expected to be at the GLC for lunch at 12 and its my last run. Burton 
has convinced me that its possible, and i start my run up to the table top jump. I throw myslef into a full rotation and hit the ground. I did it, a single 360o and im extatic. The final run down is complemented with some big grabs in the park 
and race to the base, splendid!
Draggin my bags over to the Greyhound bus loop, Grizwold, Lemon Loaf, Burton and Scholes 
surprised me with a farewell gift, a Whistler Hockey shirt tagged by the left overs, very sweet. Arriving back at the Hostel International, Liz and i decided to join a ghostley tour of Gastown. 
A quite intresting trip which took us to some of the darker parts of the area we probably would have not ventured into without our guide
Liz finally decided that she did want to go to the food market, which was full of all sorts of 
tastey treats. 
We then went to Brewery (what i wanted to do) and had a tatser selection and finally we went to the Kids Market 
(something we both wanted to do). Afterwich we thought the best plan would be to go and get drunk, which we did.
Our final day in Vancouver I finally made it to Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden 
which was really cool 
and forefilled my expectations. 
We then checked out some native stores before heading to the airport, where i went on standby for a seat, and infact got 3. Landing back in the UK i got a lift home with Greg to my mum’s new home in Odium, near Farnham. All was well until i realised that she had sold Xanthos Tom Foolery while i was away, most upsetting
I find myself a week after getting back 
sitting in an office, not far from my old one. It looks remarkebly the same, white walls, steel flooring and rows of computer terminals, just different faces and different clients. Im just freelnacing for the moment, but i expect ill be back in full time work soon. So long snow… see you soon.
My last ski photos are here and some Vancouver ones here and my friend Andy Burton’s here (great shots mate!)
