Manning Park is a small Ski resort a couple of hours west of
Vancouver. This is where we spent our
first Canadian winter and basically it was a party with some work
involved.
Our household at the Bears Den, left to right: 'Papa' Louis (French Canadian), Me, Luc (Frenchman), G, Will (Kiwi), Marissa (Canadian), Dev (Canadian Hippy), Paul (Kiwi)
Great people all, have kept in touch with most of them. Our house held the best parties of the season
and was the most functional of all the houses.
Ricky (Canadian), Georgie and Jens (German)
G and I started off in housekeeping I ended up splitting my
time between housekeeping and working the breakfast shift in the restaurant, G spent
most of her time in housekeeping but ended up doing some maintenance type
things too.
A view from the Manning Ski Mountain
I discovered I was not a huge fan of snowboarding or skiing I
felt there were better things to be doing when it was that cold out, most of
them inside. I managed to squeeze in a
few fighter trainings, heading down to Lions Gate (about 2hr drive from where I
was) and bashing the guys there, I also fought in a tourney.
During our stay at Manning we took a 3 day sojourn to
Seattle, it was the weekend and they saw the first snow of the season. We stayed at The Green Tortoise backpackers in
town, a good place that I would recommend.
The drivers were all panicky on
the road and no one was out and about in town that wasn’t crazy or a
junky. We spent our time wandering the
streets and laughing at the crackheads screaming at each other, they sounded
just like cartoon characters. At the zoo
we saw a wallaby in the snow looking rather put out.
We left Manning on good terms with the old ‘if you want to
come back next season you would be welcome’ but my eyes were blazing and my
heart a fire, Estrella War was calling.