Over Christmas I made a trip to Hong Kong with my mom and sister, because my grandma is unwell. We tried to spend as much time as possible with her, knowing also that having visitors was also tiring for both my grandparents. So my sister and I did quite a bit of wandering. 

The grimy streets, the humid air, the plume of exhaust every time a bus passes by on the narrow street. The palm trees, the emerald mountains, the tropical plants blooming in December. People who would speed walk right into you if you don’t make way quickly enough. The sea that always smells faintly like the sewer. 

I love every tree, every brick, every grimy sidewalk, every pedestrian bridge in this city. 

But I wonder if I would say the same if we never left. If I had to grow up and learn to be an adult in it. If I actually have to live with its various complicated political and social issues now. I don’t know. I don’t even know if I will always be able to visit as freely as I do now, with the ways the said complicated political and social issues are progressing. We’ll wait, and see, and hope. And in the meanwhile I’ll show you some pictures of this beloved city.

Porg, our travel companion, poses in front of the window at our guest house.
View from a pedestrian bridge on King’s Road with the old style tram.
Oil Street arts centre near our guest house. Folks relaxing on the lawn at lunch time.
Street market and shoppers.
Wandered into Hong Kong University, a colonial institution built in 1912.
Of course, stitching on the MTR. No one stitches on the MTR though…
Visiting Hong Kong Park. It has meerkats and lemurs. Much greenery. Also unseasonably warm this time of year.
Porg wants a photo. It’s not every day he gets to ride the MTR.
Another pedestrian bridge, another view.
A refurbished cotton factory that turned into an arts centre and retail space, with a thriving rooftop garden.
One of the many ghost signs. It’s clear that there are lots of thoughts and efforts put into preserving and showcasing the original structure. Even the benches are made from the original wooden doors.
Visited the neighbourhood where my parents grew up and met with my mom and aunt. Also where I went to kindergarten. I have a few specific memories of this place.
My parents’ families lived in small flats like these.
Toasts at tea time.
We egg tart lovers. Held on to Porg’s wing just in time to stop him from falling right in. 
Spent part of our last evening at the harbour, with many groups of enthusiastic buskers, and the backdrop of the iconic Hong Kong skyline.

One of my favourite poems by Ursula Le Guin comes to mind, wherever home is for you…

May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well loved one,
walk mindfully, well loved one,
walk fearlessly, well loved one.
Return with us, return to us, 
be always coming home. 

From Always Coming Home, 1985

loftslag: adventures in Iceland!


Loftslag means “climate” in Icelandic. But according to this web page on an art exhibit (which I stumbled upon while looking up the word), the literal translation of loftslag is “air song” :) which is a lovely way to think about weather.

If weather were a song, then it was definitely on the rather expressive side while we were in Iceland earlier this month. Was it worth the nervous driving through narrow mountain passages and one-lane bridges and white-out conditions in snowstorms?

It would be a definite yes :) 

It’s a place with so much diversity, not only of weather but also landscapes and geological features. One moment there’re icebergs and the next moment there are bubbling hot springs emerging from the earth. Seemingly barren lava rocks with lush green moss thriving on them. It’s quite surreal.

Apparently, however, there’s not usually blizzard/hail/50+ km/hr wind combo in May. So if you’re thinking about going in spring, don’t be discouraged! Some folks we commiserated with at a hostel (after everyone’s driven through a white-out snowstorm) said they went in February last year and the roads were beautiful. But certainly, if you go in July, there would be no chance of snow. But then it would be more costly, which was why we went in early May.

But anyway, here are some pictures I took on film with Diana, and some faux film photos with the mobile app Huji (which imitates 90s disposable camera, and apparently all the rage, because the 90s is cool again…? Anyway, I’m quite impressed with the faux light leaks and dust effects!), and some regular phone photos too when the lighting wasn’t good for neither the real or faux film cameras. I figure if people are interested in going to Iceland, they would be seeing photos of all the must-see locations on tourism sites anyway, so I don’t need to show you my versions of all the same sights. But I can share some of my favourite pictures and moments :)

We started in Reykjavik, the capital city, as most travellers do. It was a snowy, windy day, as you can see by the the water in this picture, but with some sunny periods every half hour or so, as shown in the following picture. The city has the cutest, most colourful houses lining every street.

Completely jet-lagged, disoriented and starving, we ate at a cafe that boasts traditional Icelandic food. It turned out to be a great choice, with our herring/egg and mashed fish on toasts, rye bread ice cream (it wasn’t doughy at all), and skyr with pancakes. There was also a “Brave Heart” menu option with most of the things pictured as well as “fermented shark”. I was tempted to get it but that was quite a lot of food which I didn’t think I could finish. I later read in a museum brochure that fermented shark smelled like ammonia. So I’m happy with our menu choice. The mashed fish and rye ice cream were particularly delicious. 

This would be one of the three times that we ate out in total out of the 9 days we were there. Things are quite a bit more expensive than back home, and us thrifty travellers relied a lot on grocery stores, gas stations and snacks we packed from home. Not the most nutritious, but I figure it’s 9 days out of my life, I can eat as much kale as I can bear when I get home.

Then we drove north towards Iceland’s second largest city, Akureyri. But before that we stopped to see the Grabrok Crater, which was where the very first picture of the post was taken. The weather was deteriorating as the day progressed :S 

After some challenging/terrifying driving we finally made it to Akureyri. Fellow (Canadian!) travellers at the hostel highly recommended visiting the Christmas House, so we went! And it was fantastic!

So Icelandic folklore about Christmas doesn’t involve Santa. Instead, there are the troll mother Grýla (there is a father as well but I forget his name) and her 13 troll children called the yule lads, all with their own great names. They come into town before Christmas and leave small gifts in children’s shoes if the children have behaved well throughout the year, but if they hadn’t they’d get an old potato instead of a gift, and the giant feline pet of Grýla, the yule cat, might also eat the children :S 

Empathizing (but not endorsing the actions of) the hungry yule cat, we went to the Netto (grocery store) in town. And look! It has yarn!!! Not one but multiple isles of yarn!!!

It is utterly delightful and at the same time a bit bizarre to see yarn (like serious, made in Iceland, 100% natural fibre) being sold alongside sauces, tins and bread. And without fail every Netto we shopped at along the way carried yarn (this picture was taken a bit later in another town). I wish yarn-crafting is as much interwoven into the fabric of our Canadian society as it is in Iceland. (puns intended)

We then made it to Mývatn, a popular place with much to see due to it being in an area with active volcanic activities. Like these bubbling pools of blue (really, robin’s egg blue) mud!

Just as fascinating is Dimmuborgir or “dark castle”, a lava field with large rock formations and caves. The picture really doesn’t do the place justice as to how vast the lava field is and how large the rock formations are. We took the “small circle / family” trail because we didn’t want to get lost. When I look at this picture I always think of Mike the brave hobbit (or elf? he’s kind of too tall for a hobbit) walking into Mordor. And legend has it that it is where the yule lads live! :D

Much of what we drove through in north Iceland was fields upon fields covered in this red vegetation in contrast with the green moss, which is quite interesting for someone who is used to seeing grass all the time.

Now driving south along the east fjords, we came upon a few older villages, including the very picturesque Seyðisfjörður. We were hoping to visit the museum, which has a printing press, and some outdoor art installations, but the museum was closed and we couldn’t find the installation :S The view was beautiful nonetheless!

We continued south to Fáskrúðsfjörður, which once served as the base for French fishermen, so Mike was finally able to read some of the words in the local museum :D (the museum actually wasn’t open for the season yet, but we went in to ask about where we could find a washroom nearby, and the kind people at the museum let us walk through the exhibit to reach the washrooms).

Many of the houses are from the 1800s and have beautifully carved name plates.

The gem of the east fjords for me was Petra’s Stone Collection! This is just one small fraction of the collection, it just goes on and on all around the gardens. And they’re all rocks that Petra collected over her life time in the mountains of east Iceland. She also collected other things, like ball point pens, key chains, sea shells… one could lose an entire afternoon in the small house museum.

Here Porg is at Jökulsárlón, which is a glacial lagoon in south Iceland. I’ve never seen an iceberg before and it’s absolutely fascinating how blue the ice is. This is the only picture we took of Porg actually, even though we took him on the trip thinking he would look right at home… but it’s been too windy to take a regular photo, let alone him sitting him on a rock or something to take one… but I think this one’s a good one :D

While driving across south Iceland we drove through Eldhraun, a lava field covered in moss. 

It looks so lush and squishy (not so in my photo, which was kind of far away from the side of the road, but you’d find tons of pics on the web), I totally understand the urge to roll in it, but please don’t! It takes decades for moss to grow and once trampled upon it may not even grow back. So hug with our eyes only. 

Equally hug-able (if one could hug houses) are these turf houses, which make me think of hobbit houses, at the Skogar museum, where we learned that Icelanders are an immensely resourceful people, building dwellings and homes not only with very limited resources (the earth and rocks under their feet and the driftwood that washed up by chance), but also to withstand very harsh weather. There was an entire house that was built from driftwood!

On our second last day we visited part of what is called the “golden circle”, which I think is the busiest tourist area in Iceland judging by the traffic. We saw the Geysir in the active hot spring area, and Kerið crater, where Bjork had a concert! It has different colours of earth and vegetation at different sides, with a way to talk to the bottom, and the lake a the bottom is very blue. 

We took a bit of a detour to Hveragerði, a town in an active volcanic area with many hot springs, originally to visit the geothermal park, but it was closed due to public holiday, so we had lunch in the geothermal restaurant instead, and had the best mushroom soup and breads at the soup buffet (it seems many restaurants that serve soup and bread serve them in buffet style, which is awesome!).

We stayed in a small cabin with a resident cat :)

And we even found risotto in a cup! Not bad for camping food huh :) 

On the last day we had an evening flight, so we stopped by Fjölskyldu- og Húsdýragarðurinn (animal park) in Reykjavik before heading to the airport. 

We have seen many Icelandic horses (and sheep, goats and even reindeer) through the car window while driving by but never this close. So here they are :D According to the park brochure the sheep and the horses are sent on holiday to pastures during the summer :)

And that was our trip! Never long enough. But at the same time by the end of it I do feel I’ve had enough of the nervous driving. Kind of miss the public transit here in the city if you can believe it. We definitely would like to visit this beautiful land again one day, not soon, maybe when we retire, and probably on a bus tour :)

Thank you always for reading my stories! Wishing you great adventures and new inspirations in your own faraway or local travels too!



winter solace

Have been hearing about the Winter Stations project for a couple of years now, but haven’t had a chance to go. I had a week day off last week, and it was relatively warm, so I headed down to the beach to visit this year’s installations.

Winter Stations are installations that go over life guard posts on the beach. This year it’s nice and close to the bus route on Kew Beach

I spotted the Pussy Hut from far away.

I love this picture of bright magenta knit against a cold, foggy lake.

A gem on a desolated winter beach.

Inside the structure one could see a piece of the sky, and the sound of the waves crashing to shore is actually amplified.

This makes me think of a forest of strange trees. Designed by OCAD students! :D

A lace tower in the fog.

A closer look brings rows upon rows of pinwheels. It wasn’t very windy that day, but I imagine that if it were and if all the pinwheels were spinning it would have looked epic.

This piece was called “Obstacle”. The structure seems impassable until one actually tries to walk through it — the pieces spin to make way. There’s always a way out. Probably my favourite interactive piece.

Winter Stations is up until April! Check it out when the weather is clear :)

Happy March, everyone!


what’s so bad about the badlands?

It’s so hard to leave!! :’(

The badlands has become one of my favourite places on earth (granted that I haven’t been to many places on earth, but still). Drumheller, particularly, has the friendliest people (and creatures, as you’ll see) and the most beautiful landscapes.

But let’s backtrack a bit, because I don’t want to leave out Calgary! We were only going to pick up a rental car, but thought since we’re half way across the country, we should at least walk around a bit. We saw a few of the many pieces of wonderful public art installations in the city, and really appreciated the free stretch of CTrain that brought us from one end of downtown to the other. Imagine if we have this in Toronto! It would be one less barrier for people to get to helpful resources and appointments.

When we approached Drumheller on the highway (it was maybe a few kilometers away), it looked like this, which pretty much looked the same the whole way we drove through the Prairies from Calgary. 

We left Calgary a bit later than planned, so it was just about dinner time, and I was looking forward to settling in with some fries and burger. Or maybe pasta. Or even just soup.

It says it has 8000 people,” I said to Mike.

Yes,” said Mike, eyes on the road.

It says it has an A&W,” I looked at him, starting to panic. “Where ARE all the people?” and the food? Are we lost?! 

The sign says Drumheller,” said Mike.

 And then there it was.

Driving into the valley, for someone who has never been to the valley, was quite a mind-blowing experience. It wasn’t just driving into the valley, it was like dropping into a completely different planet.

The landscape was at once alien and mesmerizing, formed by millions of years of rich history. There’s so much to explore!

1) The Hoodoos!

A variation of the word “voodoo”, so named because of their ghostly appearance and they were thought to possess supernatural powers. We first visited the Hoodoo Trail on a rainy day, so we mostly stayed on constructed paths and platforms, because the bentonite clay, which covers much of the badlands, was very slippery to walk on when wet. (more on that later!)

Hoodoos are formations of sandstone with a capstone on top that protects the pillar underneath from erosion. They’re quite phenomenal. Someone described them as mushrooms that appear over thousands of years in the badlands, which makes them all the more special to me :)

We couldn’t help but returned for a second visit at sunrise, just before we left Drumheller.

Because it wasn’t raining, we were able to get closer to these majestic, sculptural forms.


2) The East Coulee School Museum!

The valley was a tropical area millions of years ago rich with plant life and dinosaurs, which means that it then also has a high concentration of coal, from the fossils. Many towns in the region were built during the coal rush, East Coulee was one of these towns. According to the very friendly museum staff, at its height the town has a population of over 3000, but after demands for coal diminished in the 70s, population decreased to 160 currently, and the school, where the miners’ children attended, became a museum and provincial historic site.


The museum is a treasure trove of artifacts and stories. Many of the original structures and furnishing were kept (like child-size washroom stalls and drinking fountains, separate entrances for boys and girls, playground equipment and these compact desks!), and there are many pictures I could show you, but I’d leave it for you to explore yourself if you visit! :D Do chat with the museum staff about a tour of the basement and encounters of the supernatural kind if you’re a brave soul :S But if you’re like me, you’d probably prefer stories of the historical kind, found at one end of the hallway in a collection of photographs and quotes from miners about life and work in the valley, and in the diaries on each student’s desk (about what they had for lunch on a day in 1938). And don’t forget to visit the tea room for a pot of tea and treats!

3) Atlas Coal Mine

Not far from the school museum is the Atlas Coal Mine, the last to close in 1979, and now also a museum! The tipple is the last structure of its kind in Canada. I found it both awe-inspiring and a bit menacing, and really felt that my life is quite comfortable compared to the way it was.

We spent quite a bit of time exploring the grounds because we had a lot of time before our scheduled train tour and because there was a lot to see and take interesting pictures of. Abandoned trains and cars and weathered buildings against the backdrop of the badlands were an aspiring photographer’s dream. And we were lucky enough to run into Raindrop, or Lady Wildfire, Atlas’ super affectionate resident cat!

We were watching a video in one of the exhibit rooms, other visitors started walking by and smiling at us, thinking that we brought our cat on the trip, and now settling in, in front of the TV, with the cat in our laps. “How cute,” one woman said. “It’s not our cat,” I said. “Oh! Can I pet it?” the woman exclaimed. Then Raindrop ran away :(

We did see Raindrop a few more times when we were on the train tour, I think she was roaming the grounds :) The friendly museum staff shared some interesting stories of life in the coal mine, and we even got to meet a man who worked at the Atlas mine since he was 14, and he told a few stories as well! We were very lucky indeed :D

4) The Last Chance Saloon

It is the only business left in the coal town, Wayne. A fun place to stop for lunch after touring the museums. Lots to see while waiting for food!

5) Royal Tyrrell Museum

I’ve been looking forward to visiting this museum of paleontology since forever! I’ve never seen specimens so amazing. 

There has actually been a lot of press about this nodosaur. It is so well preserved, you can see the texture of its skin. To see it with my own eyes rather than a picture on the screen is a remarkable experience.

We took a hiking tour led by a museum staff in the Midland Provincial Park, which is right next to the museum.

Here I took some close up pictures of the plants in the badlands. The flower of this plant is just a couple of millimeters across.

And this is a super macro picture of bentonite clay! Which is formed from volcanic ash, and would puff up and become more slippery than soap when wet, making the badlands difficult to travel through on rainy days.

6) Hiking in the canyons!

I consulted with this website before going to the Horseshoe Canyon for a sunrise hike (for good pictures) and was expecting easy paths, but was sad to see that the wooden paths and staircases have all been torn down, without any signage explaining what was going on. So we ventured down (a steep hill! coming back up was quite a workout) and carefully walked around in a small area, it was worth the climb!

We then drove back on South Dinosaur Trail and stopped at Orkney Lookout to view the Red Deer River, which was highly recommended by the friendly school museum staff. It was magnificent indeed!

We then crossed back to the North Dinosaur Trail by taking the Bleriot Ferry, which was kind of like a section of a road that shifts from one shore of the Red Deer River to another. It was free, and the ferry staff was also very friendly. He told us a story about a Jeep that attempted to jump onto the ferry after it had departed from shore, like in the movies. It fell into the river. No one was hurt though, I think. “Never a dull moment out here,” he said :D

We then stopped at Horsethief Canyon, so named because 1) according to the Tyrrell Museum staff, people who stole horses would hide in this canyon and then accidentally fell into sink holes (to warn us about the danger of hidden sink holes when walking in the badlands) or 2) according to the plaque at the canyon, horses would wander into the canyon, disappear for a while, and come out carrying different branding. Either way, it was breathtakingly beautiful from the lookout point.

We found a way to hike down, and even found some inukshuks! Mike made his own to add to the group :)

And we kept running into this ground squirrel, who tapped Mike’s hand with his paws! Mike insisted that he was hugged by the squirrel. And I thought, I really liked hiking in the badlands, there’re no bears, or coyotes, just friendly ground squirrels :) (I think maybe there are rattle snakes, but we didn’t see any :S) 

7) Dinos, dinos, dinos

From the World’s Biggest Dinosaur to the dozens of fun dinosaur sculptures in town :D

This is my favourite shot of the World’s Biggest Dinosaur, across from the Red Deer River, all menacing, like it’s in its own natural habitat :D

And this is my favourite of all the pictures we took with the friendly dinosaur sculptures, Mike spent quite a bit of time getting the lighting perfect :)

We were very sad to leave, as you may guess :’( Difficult as it was, we drove out of the valley for the last time, hoping that we will return one day.

And on our way back to Calgary for the flight home, we took a very short side trip to the Village of Beiseker, to visit the world’s largest skunk! Its name is Squirt. It was on a campground, and at its foot a Saturday morning game of horseshoes was going on, and a very friendly woman took this picture of us :D

Thus concludes our wild west adventures! Thank you for virtually journeying with us, I hope you enjoy the pictures, and if you haven’t visited these wonderful places, especially the Canadian Badlands, I hope you will one day! :D


what i loved about the rockies

After saying goodbye to Vancouver, we continued on to the Rockies on a bus tour through Jasper, Banff and Lake Louise. We figured it was an easy way for us to see as much of the Rockies as we could with the little time we had, plus we’ve always enjoyed learning more about different sites through the commentaries. In fact all the little factoids in this post mostly come from what we learned from the knowledgeable tour guide! The company we went with was great, I would recommend it to anyone :)

What I loved about the Rockies… in one blog post? Let’s try.

1) The mountains, of course!

Even though we spent many hours on the bus, I didn’t sleep as much as I usually do, because every turn is a breathtaking site of the mountains, just didn’t want to miss anything. There were many photos I took from the bus window, here are a few of my favourites:

And this is Pyramid Mountain in Jasper, so named for its shape. And it has a reddish colour because of the heavier concentration of iron in its rocks. We visited early in the morning so there was also some fog hovering over the lake, quite magical looking.

Here we climbed up a large pile of rocks to view Moraine Lake.

And from Sulphur Mountain in Banff comes the hot spring! It did not smell like sulphur, I was actually a bit surprised. But then if a hot spring smells like sulphur why would people want to sit in it…? Anyway. It was a historical bath house, and the interior really looks like a sanitarium from the movies (like this one)! People did look to hot springs for cures of illnesses. Not sure if it cured anything but, whether it was the minerals in the water or simply sitting in warm water looking at the mountain, I did feel like I have more of a spring in my step afterwards :)

2) Magical turquoise water

Apparently tourists have asked what chemicals are put in the waters in these regions to make the water this attractive colour. Magical rock powders, of course! :D We learned that the turquoise came from water from the glacier. When the glacial ice grind against the bedrocks, very fine “rock flour” results. This rock flour reflects only the blues and the greens in light, so we see turquoise.

This is Peyto Lake, the most turquoise of them all (to my eyes, on that particular day). 

And here’s Moraine Lake. It was once on the Canadian $20 bill, so this view was referred to by our tour guide as the $20 view.

Greeted by the robot of Lake Louise :D

We were taking a stroll at sunset at bow river in Banff. The water really is turquoise! It’s almost surreal.

3) The canyons

Canyons are immensely interesting because of the different rock formations and exposed rock layers due to erosion. I wish I know more about geology so I could appreciate them more, but they’re beautiful to look at nonetheless.

This is Maligne Canyon, so named because a French explorer found it difficult to cross. I can see why.

And this is Johnston Canyon. It’s a bit of a longer hike to walk down into it, but the journey itself is beautiful, the water crystal clear with a tinge of blue, and the rocks, and all the different plants growing on the rocks…

This is at Athabasca Falls. Very powerful surges of water.

4) Glaciers!

One of the things that I looked forward to doing the most was exploring the ice field! It was like stepping onto a frozen lake, in a mountain! 

An ice field is created by an overflowing glacier. Even the ice is a bit blue here. There was a defined area where it would be safe to walk without falling through thinner areas of ice. To the left of Mike in the picture was a stream. We were encouraged to take a drink from it. It was not as cold as I thought, and pretty sweet. 

Our tour guide let us know that we were now in the tundra region. So we’ve traveled from temperate rain forest in Vancouver to tundra in just a few days. So very cool.

Many more places to explore, definitely will return to the Rockies again.

Next stop — the Badlands! Until then, hope everyone is having a not-bad week! 


what i loved about vancouver

This month Mike and I took a trip out west, and it was pretty epic in our history of travels! Our route went from Vancouver, through the Rockies to Calgary, then a few days’ stay in Drumheller, Alberta.

What I loved about our first stop, Vancouver!

1) People walk slower

That was first thing we noticed getting into the city from the airport. While Mike and I saw the bus approaching at the stop across the street and ran to catch it (with our luggage and everything in true Torontonian panic style), everyone else were just walking casually, then formed a neat line to board *blush* 

2) Logs on the beach!

We stayed in English Bay, which I highly recommend if anyone is visiting Vancouver. It’s so easy to get to downtown attractions, Stanley Park and Grouse Mountain by bus, and the beautiful beach is just steps away, perfect place to watch the sunset every evening with an ice cream cone — and yes, many great food places just on the one street where our hotel was, including sushi, Korean food and ramen! It even has palm trees! There are quite a few hotels in the area but we stayed at this more affordable one, which was owned by very friendly people and the room was spacious!

And the beach have logs that people can sit on and relax! I thought that was the most brilliant thing. Everyone was so relaxed. It must be the ocean breeze. People playing instruments, chatting in different languages, so lovely. 

At one end of the beach there is a giant inukshuk, and all around it along the sea wall we were happy to find that there were inukshuks of all different shapes and sizes :D

3) The magnificent rain forest 

We took a free shuttle to the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park. The main attraction was the bridge, which I mainly focused on crossing without fainting :S

I managed to snap one photo while on the bridge, it was stunning.

But I much more enjoyed walking around in the rain forest, marveling at the very, very tall trees, and the smaller suspension bridges around the treetops. 

The air was hazy because of smoke from the wild fires. And the sunlight filtered through the haze painted everything orange.

There was so much to look at on the forest floor — different kinds of moss, rocks, a stream flowing through, a nurse log with so much diversity and life growing from it… I could explore forever.

4) The Vancouver Aquarium!

Has the most beautiful exhibits of jellyfish! I could spend all day (well I kind of did) watching them flow. 

And the gallery is decorated with origami jellyfish! It’s an interactive display where one could control the colours of light illuminating the jellyfish. Maybe I’ll decorate our apartment with lit up origami jellyfish too…

And sea otters! They’re the cutest creatures, so fluffy, floating on their backs. We learned that they were orphaned, and rescued by the aquarium staff, they sometimes hold paws when swimming together so they don’t lose each other (so sweet!), they tuck food in their armpit pockets to snack on later (smart!), and they hold favourite stones in the same pockets to open clams! (“or for when they worry,” says Mike)

5) LYS!

On Granville Island! There’s the lovely Fibre Art Studio, with a group of 5 artists who sell yarn that are hand spun and dyed by themselves. It also sells weaving supplies. I couldn’t fit much yarn in the luggage (I wish I could bring back some hand-dyed yarn though!!), and just needed small amount of various colours to make amigurumi dinosaurs (more on that later! :D). The yarn for weaving was just perfect.

6) Chinese Garden

The Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden. A re-creation of a 15th century Chinese garden, in the middle of Chinatown! A very serene place. It has a bamboo forest and different nooks and crannies with different views of the lily pond. Also has a resident turtle and koi fish!

7) Massive public library!

Must love a city with a library like a Roman Coliseum! It’s definitely massive, with kind of a street and shops inside, not to mention floors and floors of books!

8) Stanley Park

And of course, last but not least! A dear friend recommended the hop-on-hop-off tour bus while in Vancouver, which was really helpful and we probably saw 50% more than what we planned to. Without a car, there was only so much ground we could cover by walking, and Stanley Park is huge! We went through Stanley Park twice! There were many lovely views but you’re probably tired of my photos by now, so I’ll leave you with my favourite — because it captures a seagull. (they’re chicken-size out west!)

Oooh, and a bonus one — Digital Orca by Douglas Coupland at the harbour :)

Already miss you very much, Vancouver! We will meet again <3

Stay tuned for “what I loved about the Rockies” and “what’s so bad about the Badlands?” :D


central park florals by diana

Film from NYC developed :D

The best ones were from Central Park. I also have had to find a different photo developing place this time because the trusty service at Shoppers Drug Mart has closed down :’( This new place charges 5 times the price of Shoppers, but the images did turn out much more vibrant. I guess I’ll have to use film more sparingly from now on, it’s really becoming more and more expensive. 

Anyway, here are the Central Park florals :D

I also loved the weathered wood railings all over the park. 

Not sure why I haven’t learned this over the past few years I’ve been using the Diana Mini, but finally realized that it is best for capturing more intimate moments rather than landscapes in the distance.

Landscapes just turn out super fuzzy most of the time and so lack focus. I do like this one with the boats though.

And this one with the light leaks around lady Liberty. And some street scenes.


Wishing you a great weekend with new adventures, big or small :)

the travelling pineapple purse

I started the pineapple purse on the trip to New York. Here’s me participating in International Knit in Public Day in Brooklyn! (We had checked out of the place we were staying at and had a free morning before our flight in late afternoon, hence lugging around all our bags)

Made the straps when we got home. I think I made them too long, it was a bit hard to gauge… it works ok for now, but if they continue to stretch as I use it I will have to replace them.

Here it is in action, at the Devil’s Punch Bowl in Hamilton, Ontario!

Much fruitiness at the Punch Bowl :D Here’s another look at this beautiful display of rock strata.

I wish we had the time to figure out the trail to the base of the cliff. The view up on the face of the escarpment must have been magnificent. But we were heading out to visit family and there was a thunderstorm was coming, so we didn’t want to get stuck on a trail in the woods in the rain.

According to the Waterfalls of Hamilton brochure that I picked up in the nearby Punch Bowl Market (more on that in a minute!), Devil’s Punchbowl Falls was created at the end of the last ice age 450 million years ago, carved by huge amount of meltwater rivers that plunged over the escarpment. The Punchbowl is the only area where one can view such a large vertical display of Ordovician and Silurian stratified rocks. My phone camera didn’t capture it super well but you can see a brilliant teal band of rocks in the middle of the cliff. We will have to go back one day and see it better.

And the Punch Bowl Market is a treat in itself! We had a lunch of very fresh, very delicious pies (chicken, strawberry rhubarb, beef) under lush hanging plants in the patio outside :) They also sell a lot of homemade preserves and sauces, and the decor is delightfully retro :D

If you ever find yourself in the area, be sure to visit, along with the many many beautiful waterfalls in Hamilton area. I’ve only visited one other waterfalls in the area, so maybe a summer road trip is in order :) 

Have a good rest of the week, everyone!


new york, new york

You might have noticed that I was MIA on the blog for a bit… sometimes I’m MIA for no good reason, but this time, I was actually in NYC! :D 20% of the trip was for work, but we sure did cram in as much sightseeing as possible in the remaining 80% of our time there, since we’ve never been!

Mostly just mesmerized and mildly intimidated by the street scenes. Also, fire escapes are such beautiful structures! Especially the shadows they cast on the building during certain times of day. 

At the corner of Little Italy and Chinatown :O

Made a beeline to Purl Soho as soon as we had free time *heart eyes x 1000* It is such a nice shop! I got too overwhelmed by all the yarn choices and couldn’t decide on what to get. But I did get the gorgeous anniversary edition of Pom Pom Quarterly, which I’ve been eyeing forever but hadn’t been able to bring myself to get it because of the hefty shipping fees! Can’t wait to start working on some of the patterns :D

My second favourite part of NYC is definitely Central Park. A close second. Or even equally favourite. Such a magical place. And we only covered maybe a 10th of it!

Isn’t this like the scene in Spirited Away? :D Almost expecting to come out to a world full of strange things on the other side…

Instead we found Alice and her toadstools :D

This brings people together :)

Saw that the Museum of Natural History has a jelly dome, made a beeline there as well! It was well worth the waiting in line. Wish I took a picture of the outside of the dome, it looked like an inflated grey cozy igloo. And inside they played beautiful footage of all kinds of jellyfish on the dome! It was like they were swimming all round you, with relaxing music, quite magical! I think it’s a great alternative to exhibiting live jellyfish in a tank, and makes a brilliant art installation, and I think the wonder on all the visitors’ faces is just as moving as the jellyfish footage itself. 

And of course we visited The Met! It is breathtakingly grand.

I’m most mesmerized by the lighting of this room, originally from Venice, I believe.

We had one last morning to spend in New York before heading home, and we made it to Brooklyn! :D

It was so nice to be able to step into the Hudson River.

Souvenirs from our trip include 3 perfectly rounded stones from the river (along with Cocokrispies squares — because we don’t have Cocokrispies in Canada anymore), now sitting with my glass bird :)

I also took some pictures with Diana, hoping that they will turn out! Will have to show them to you when I get the film developed — stay tuned!

There were so many places we wanted to visited but just didn’t have the time! Must return one day. Have you been to NYC, or do you live there? What’s your favourite place?

Have a good rest of the week, everyone!




full heart


Last weekend was a very full one! We went to a farewell party for iconic Honest Ed’s, organized by Toronto for Everyone

If you’ve ever visited Toronto, you might have been to Honest Ed’s. That was where I like to take out-of-town friends to impress them anyway. It is an enormous department/bargain store that literally invites you to get lost in it. Literally because there is a sign on the building that says:


Lost partly because there was SO much stuff! And so much really different stuff, all kind of organized in a maze-like formation. If you were there for the first time and looking for something specific, you’d probably get kind of frustrated, but then quickly distracted by the cheesy slogans hand lettered in cheerful colours everywhere. 

But if you were like me, who lived right across the street from Ed’s for a while and then continued to shop or meet people in the neighbourhood, you’d know exactly where to get the 99 cents loaf of bread and tinned fish for lunch, or bandannas for a sewing experiment (and this!), or those 2 dollar waffle shirts for days that turned cold suddenly, or large quantity of t‑shirts for summer camp, or socks, or just to get another picture of that giant plush moose head on top of a grandfather clock with its eyes popping out, or to kill time, or escape from reality for a couple of hours in the evening. 

Honest Ed’s was named after it’s owner Ed Mirvish and opened in 1948. As noted on Toronto for Everyone:

Beyond his bargain prices and punny ways, Ed was known for his ability to bring people together and build community in wacky ways: roller derbies, 72-hour dance marathons, free turkey giveaways, to name a few. Perhaps most important of all, Honest Ed’s was a model for inclusivity. Everyone, no matter how you looked, what you did, or how much you made — was welcome at Ed’s. Whether you made a purchase or simply enjoyed walking around and browsing everything from kitchenwares, clothing, toys, fabrics, to knick-knacks (SO MANY knick-knacks!), Ed’s had a way of instilling wonder and making you feel at home.”

And from the Jane’s Walk that we participated in (more on that later), we also learned that he offered very affordable rental spaces — and they remained affordable despite the rapid increases in rental costs everywhere else in the city — to artists and artisans in the surrounding Mirvish Village.

There was no place like this place. 

And so a group of good people brought more good people together and organized one last very vibrant marketplace in honour of Honest Ed’s. 

The juxtaposition of vintage glassware and underpants very much captured the spirit of what this place was.

The artist who hand lettered all the signs for the store over the past years was there painting custom signs for visitors. 

In 2014 when the news first came out that Honest Ed’s will be closing, there was a sale for all the hand lettered signs used in the stores. So my friend and I went there and lined up for over 5 hours and each got ourselves a few signs. One sits in front of my desk at home, it says “holiday coated marshmallow biscuits * 99 cents”. Very special because it’s got stars on it and they don’t make pennies anymore! 

In a different part of the building there was a community hub, where one could sprawl out and read all the Sunday flyers…

… and very smiley policemen do yoga with the kids.

Mike and I were most looking forward to the retro ice cream social. (and you can see there is a setup for music or spoken word performance in the back)

And intuitive painting! :D

People were invited to paint on merchandise tables. The theme of our table was Honest Ed’s.

This was our work! The black dashes were meant to be foot steps but it’s all getting a bit lost there… that was the point I guess :) And Mike painted the streetcar. 

This was under our work by someone else very talented.

Then we participated in the Jane’s Walk in Mirvish Village, where a number of previous tenants spoke about the changes they experienced after the city block was bought out. At the end people who went on the walk also shared their stories of Honest Ed’s and Ed Mirvish. There were definitely expressions of sadness about seeing such important part of the city go, but there was no anger, or bitterness, just the acknowledgement that everything good will inevitably come to an end, and there is hope that what is coming will carry on the legacy of embracing diversity and inclusiveness, and the space will continue to bring people together.

In fact, you can see the vision for the new Mirvish Village here.

After saying goodbye to Honest Ed’s, the next day we went to the Warming Toronto knitting day. Here’s the hat I finished :D

It’s a two-colour fisherman’s rib hat that was knitted flat and seamed together. I learned the 2‑colour rib pattern from this Craftster post. The decreases are not very neat at all, I’ll learn how to do proper decreases with this kind of pattern next time.

It was a very relaxing afternoon of knitting and hanging out with people who knit :D If you live in the city, the project is still collecting hats and scarves till March 26! The organizer can arrange for pickups along the subway lines. Check out the Facebook event page for details.

Have a lovely week, everyone! :D