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The other morning, the pen that I had left lying on my diary next to my bed was gone. It was one of my favourite pens, one that I had ‘accidentally’ forgotten in my pocket on my last day at a receptionist job I had a couple of summers ago. It was a really niceContinue reading “Chapter 69: Nighttime kleptomaniac”

I do realise that some of the things that I write might seem offensive. I generalize alot and write about ‘Canadians’ or ‘Swedes’, as if they were all the same. I am well aware that in a more serious context, this wouldn’t be appropriate. But as this is a blog about my travels in CanadaContinue reading “Chapter 68: Generalizations and prejudices”

Generally, my days look like this: I wake up between seven thirty and nine, depending on cat activities, the weather (there are no curtains in the wwoofer room) and if someone of my room mates happen to be on horse feeding duty. Then, I usually stay in bed for a while, reading a couple ofContinue reading “Chapter 67: My days at Time Out Farms”

One of all the cats in Dianes house is a young, redish nine-month-old called Leo. He is really wild and playful and likes to scratch things. I find him completely charming, but then I’ve always had a weak spot for the unruly ones. He likes to jump on my bed, which is a thick andContinue reading “Chapter 66: The excitement of human dentistry”

I just want to warn you all that there is a considerable risk that quite a few of the upcoming texts I write here on the blog will be horse related. Since I work at a horse farm at the present, this old favourite subject of mine is quite unavoidable. I apologize for this andContinue reading “Chapter 64: An apology in advance”

In the mornings, when you go out to feed the horses their morning meal, the birds are having a concert in the trees that border Time Out Farms. In the evenings, they give an encore. It’s a wild kind of song, with hundreds of birds trying to outsing each other. A couple of hundred metersContinue reading “Chapter 63: The sounds of Fort Langley”

The area around Time Out Farms is quite flat, with wet fields and clumps of trees on small hills. But as a way to give the lowlands around Vancouver some perspective, the northern horizon is blocked by majestic mountains. And I can’t think of a better time to arrive here: The spring is knocking onContinue reading “Chapter 62: By the feet of the mountains”

The first farm that I’m staying at is in the Fraser valley, close to Fort Langley, which is about an hour from Vancouver. It is called Time Out Farms, and it’s inhabitants are Diane and Willie, the hosts, four dogs, four cats, twelve horses, three ponies and an everchanging number of wwoofers. When I arrived,Continue reading “Chapter 61: At Time Out Farms”

The last tea in the I-House kitchen with Kate and Marianne, with French cheese and muffins. The waiting at the Greyhound bus terminal was long and boring. Mr. P fell asleep on my backpack. The next morning, there was an accident on  the road we were supposed to take from Merrit. So, the bus hadContinue reading “Chapter 60: Mr. P says good bye to Edmonton”