Two weddings and a bunch of renovations – my 2021 Annual Update in 181 photos

Dear family and friends, it’s that time of year again when I try to remember what happened over the last twelve months and share some photos on here in an attempt to keep in touch without making the effort to reach out to each of you individually.

Most people seem to agree that 2021 left a lot to be desired, and I must admit it was tough going a second year in a row without leaving Canada even once. For those of you who expect or even enjoy my charts and graphs, here’s where I spent 2021 and how many flights I took compared to past years:

Still, 2021 had its share of neat experiences. Fair warning: this update is almost entirely composed of renovation and wedding photos, and I won’t be insulted if you choose to skip past the former in favour of the latter.

Harpreet and I were stuck in Kingston for Christmas 2020 because of COVID so we woke up January 1st, 2021 still here. We went outside a lot that month to enjoy the winter wonderland around us.

We even found a porcupine named Henrietta nesting way up high in the hollowed out trunk of a long-dead tree. I had no idea porcupines were such amazing climbers!

The insulation in our house is older than I am, but in much worse shape. To keep all the heat from escaping, I decided to update the insulation in the two accessible knee wall attic spaces, and learned that you can fit 7 packs of insulation into a 2017 Hyundai Elantra if you remove the front passenger seat.

I started my final nursing school clinical placement on a trauma unit in mid-January in Toronto, so for the next two and a half months I split my time spending 5 nights in Kingston and 2 nights in Toronto each week, putting way too many miles on my odometer and still very much disliking online learning.

By mid-February I had started actually getting insulation into the south attic space, all the while trying (mostly successfully) to avoid hitting my head on the nails sticking down through the roof.

While back in BC in mid-February, my first nibling was born – Freja! We were all very excited for Josephine and Bryan!

I rarely limit myself to working on a single project at any given time, so I also started the first part of a bigger kitchen renovation project. I tore out two built-in benches from the kitchen nook, removed the restaurant table, and began trying to install cabinets and a countertop in the cramped space. The wavy walls in this 1950s house made it challenging to get things to fit, but I made decent progress.

This is the kitchen nook when I bought the house:

Once that was torn out, I installed 3 new 20A outlets then, with much contempt for the steeply sloped floor and uneven walls, got the cabinets in.

Next, I cut two pieces of acacia countertop and scribed the edges to match the wavy wall:

Before I could complete the upgraded kitchen nook, I decided to try decorating a birthday cake for Harpreet, with one of her favourite flowers: sunflower. This process confirmed two things: eggless cakes are not easy to get right, and decorating cakes is really, really challenging. It gave me all the more appreciation for the skills of people like my sister Lisa and my friend Isabel, both of whom are cake experts. While we didn’t finish eating the cake (let’s be honest, we each had a few bites then decided to just appreciate its looks instead), it was fun trying.

A week later I had finished staining and coating the new kitchen nook countertop with a food-safe finish, and bolted the two pieces together underneath with these fun countertop connectors:

The next day Harpreet and I went for a walk and saw two beavers! Not a great photo, but we were excited, and they were cute to watch.

Meanwhile back home in BC, two more niblings were born just six weeks after Freja. Lisa and Brad had twins named Oakley and Robin!

My last hospital shift in Toronto was March 31st and I was supposed to be moved out of my apartment the same day so I didn’t get a lot of sleep that week. I did learn how to squish a memory foam mattress back down to a reasonable size that I could fit in my little Hyundai, though. I put it in a sealed mattress bag, attached a one-way valve from a space saver bag, then sucked the air out with my shop vac while walking all over the mattress to squeeze all the air out. Once it was nice and thin, I rolled it up and used duct tape to keep it in shape. The duct tape turned out to be a lifesaver because the flimsy mattress bag tore in a couple spots while loading into my car, and the mattress would have quickly expanded back to full volume inside my car if it weren’t for the tape!

Back in Kingston, the roofing company arrived to install a new metal roof since our old shingles had barely survived their last winter.

In April, I started my preceptored / consolidation placement at Kingston General Hospital, which consisted of working a little over 30 shifts with an experienced nurse, gradually gaining more experience and responsibility before being let loose on the world.

I also started putting new insulation in the north attic space in April. It didn’t look so great before I started:

Of course one renovation project seems to spawn 2-3 more, and I realised this was my chance to install a much-needed ventilation fan in the bathroom ceiling, which is directly below this attic space. So I ran more cables up from the basement then watched some videos online, cut a hole from above in the bathroom ceiling, and put a fan in.

Then, on my birthday I came home to this!

On May 1st I nervously cut a big 6″ diameter hole in the side of the house, then much less nervously ran the bathroom vent through it.

On May 2nd I fixed the recently developed problem in which every time we flushed the toilet, some of it would leak down through the basement ceiling. My temporary solution had been to place a bucket of sawdust in the basement to catch the water, similar to the composting toilet method I learned from two Mud Girls cob workshops I attended, and that eliminated any nasty odours until I could properly fix it.

On May 3rd I spotted a tree cutting company taking down some trees half a block away, so I went over and asked and they happily brought me a free truckload of fresh wood chips a little while later. On May 4th I spread them out over the part of the yard that was still flooding occasionally (see the photos in last year’s annual update if you’re curious). The whole yard smelled like a Christmas tree!

On May 5th, a couple of dump trucks manoeuvred their way around our house and left a mountain chain of fill soil, mushroom compost, and topsoil. It took me several days to spread it, but by the end of the month the formerly flood-prone areas were significantly higher than they had been and a mix of wildflowers was starting to sprout.

While I was puttering away in the back yard getting all that soil moved, hundreds of bulbs we planted in the fall started blooming in the front yard:

We also started eating outside every once in a while, now that the weather had improved.

Then, on May 17th I got a message from our roofing contractor in BC: the new roof at Bowen was finally done, only 8 months later than expected and several decades since the last time new shingles were applied. Some of you may recall a glorious photo of Brad celebrating our success installing new roof supports in last year’s annual update, a major turning point in our restoration adventure.

Having finished insulating the knee wall attics in Kingston, and with the backyard finally ready to start turning green, in late May it was time to take on my biggest project yet: extending the kitchen into the living room and bringing it into this millennium. This is what it looked like when I bought the house 3 years ago:

And this is the view from the other side of that doorway, on May 26th, before it turned to construction chaos:

I soon began cutting into the ceiling and peeling away layers of drywall and paneling that had added up over the decades during previous renovations.

The final layers came off on June 1st:

Prem was arriving in mid-June for a visit, so I put the kitchen demolition on pause. On arrival, Harpreet presented Prem with a welcome panda cake, which was delicious. I got my second COVID vaccine dose 3 days later:

Two days later I did the 560km roundtrip drive to pick up my wedding sherwani outside Toronto:

The next day all three of us drove 200km the other direction to spend the day in Ottawa, including a trip to a French tailor there for one of my other wedding suits. The weather was perfect for a day outdoors exploring the town.

The day after that we went kayaking in Gananoque, just east of Kingston.

There are lots of turtles to be seen in this part of Ontario in the summertime, including these ones lined up in Lake Ontario just outside downtown Kingston:

More local adventures followed, including a small group trip to celebrate Harpreet, complete with sashes made by Prem for the occasion and lots of photo ops.

On July 9 I flew to BC for a two week visit to do a bit of wedding prep and finally meet my three niblings. Luckily for me, all three of them were in one place when I arrived from the airport and I got to spend a little time getting to know them. I think they like me…

I also spent some time out at Harpreet’s family home in Abbotsford, and used the opportunity to measure and photograph one of Raj’s rose arbours. You’ll see why in a bit.

Unfortunately I couldn’t stick around very long in BC as I had to get back to Ontario in late July to write the NCLEX in August. That’s the national licensing exam a new nurse needs to pass in order to become a Registered Nurse. Upon pulling in to the driveway I found that the former bare soil in the backyard had grown about three feet in two weeks, colourful flowers (and some weeds) were blooming everywhere, and the entire place was alive with bees and butterflies and birds!

Between studying sessions and time spent staring at the all the flowers in the garden, I finally put handles on the kitchen nook cupboards and took the blue protective film off the doors.

On August 1st, we drove up to Montréal to look for more wedding attire for me. To fuel a long day of shopping, we started with vegan affogatos at Saison des Pluies!

I also tried my hand at making floral arrangements from the wildflowers outside. They don’t compare to the amazing arrangements Julie designed a month later in BC with the bride squad, but Harpreet still liked them.

Our Chicago Peace rose had loads of great blooms over the summer, too:

Harpreet left Ontario in August and as soon as she did, I finished cutting a big 4’x8′ (144x288cm) hole in the ceiling, built two temporary walls on either side of the existing wall to hold up the western part of the house, then removed the old wall that had divided the living room from the kitchen for almost 70 years.

Then I cut the ends off the ceiling joists and lifted an LVL beam up into the void, followed by a second LVL beam, then bolted those two beams together into a single double-wide beam, used joist hangers to connect the joists to the new beam, tapped several 2×4 studs under each end to hold it all up on August 16th, and removed the two temporary walls.

Then I listened carefully for a few minutes, heard no creaking or cracking of the house, called it a success, spent a day in online orientation for my new job, and packed my bags to hit the road again. August 18th evening I drove to Ottawa, arriving at 11pm. August 19th I wrote my NCLEX nursing exam at a testing centre in Ottawa, adventured around town a bit, and wrote and passed my jurisprudence exam online in the evening. I woke up August 20th, saw that I passed the NCLEX, paid a bunch of money, and officially became a Registered Nurse. Then I barely made it to the airport in time to catch my flight to BC, saw my sisters for a quick visit, loaded my brother’s car up with lumber, and by that evening I was on Bowen Island being stared down by a backward facing buck that wouldn’t budge.

I spent the next few days on Bowen working on wedding decor. I got all the prep work done for our centrepieces then Harpreet came out and we assembled and stained them together. They turned out to be very popular with our guests!

Harpreet also designed some fun sign shapes like this one, which I cut out and sanded for Harpreet and Prem to paint later on:

Over the next few days I found logs from the beach and forest and turned them into decor bases, sets of tealight candle holders, and place card holders.

I also turned several pieces of driftwood into succulent pot holders, and made a frame.

Some old siding we pulled off the cabin three years earlier came in handy for this piece:

I loaded as much as I could into the car and drove it out to Abbotsford where the tent company was getting things set up.

A couple months earlier, I learned that one of my groomspeople, Vania, wouldn’t be able to make it from Sweden for the weddings because Canada wasn’t allowing non-Canadians into the country due to the COVID pandemic. Luckily my friend (and former boss from my time working at a lemonade stand) Martin agreed to be a groomsperson in time to get his kurta pajama tailored for the wedding. Then just over a week before the wedding I got the sad news that another groomsperson, Nate, wouldn’t be able to make it to Canada either because of bureaucratic delays with his paperwork in Germany. His kurta pajama was ready, but he wouldn’t be around to wear it. The day after Nate shared his sad news, I saw my friend Dave, who welcomed Nate to stay with him when Nate first moved to London years ago even though they had never met. Dave not only agreed to take Nate’s place as a groomsperson but happened to fit pretty well in Nate’s kurta!

The first week of September is a bit of a blur, to be honest. Lots of driving, site prep, wrangling supplies, etc. September 3rd was a bridal celebration, complete with a fantastic juggling performance by Tim, lots of food, and a quiz about the bride on which I fared quite well. Harpreet’s lovely parents, Davinder and Raj, kindly offered to host 3 nights of events at Harpreet’s childhood home in Abbotsford.

Photo by @gladysacolentava
Photo by @gladysacolentava

The next evening was the sangeet, which started off with mehndi artists drawing gorgeous designs on guests’ hands. I got a simple heart design with Harpreet’s name in Punjabi, drawn by the fastest mehndi artist in BC.

Guests took loads of photos under the two arbours I built, which were beautifully decorated by friends of Prem and Harpreet. My mom and sisters really enjoyed the evening!

Photo by @gladysacolentava

The reason for the frame I made a few days earlier was so that Harpreet could turn it into this:

Photo by @gladysacolentava

The aunties sang songs and danced, and eventually we were all dancing.

Photo by @gladysacolentava
Photo by @gladysacolentava
Photo by @gladysacolentava
Photo by @gladysacolentava
Photo by @gladysacolentava

Later in the night, Nikki asked me how much I weigh, which confused me for a moment but then she hoisted me up on her shoulders while her sister, Sonia, and Gurkirat hoisted Harpreet up into the air for a dance.

Photo by @techung

After the sangeet we had one day off to prepare for the wedding, then we headed to the temple in Richmond for our big day. The following photos are all by @ronnieleehillphotography

After a light breakfast in the langar hall, we had our wedding ceremony surrounded by friends and family:

After the ceremony, we took photos with all the guests inside, had some portraits taken outside, ate a light lunch in the langar hall, then hit the road in a 1935 Rolls Royce.

We drove out to Campbell Valley Regional Park for wedding party photos and some more portraits in the bright midday sun.

Wedding party: Tim, Sonia, Julie, Gurkirat, Prem, Harpreet, me, Stash, Martin, Jason, Dave, Danielle
Just the groomspeople and me
Pretending to be cool
Bride squad

After the photoshoot we had a short break to rest before the reception while Ronnie took some photos of the reception decor like the centrepieces we made with floral arrangements by Julie and the bride squad, blueberry jam by Harpreet, the truck that Heidi and Aman painted, the gazebo a group of people decorated, and the photo board I made from old siding.

Then we pulled up to get the evening started in Abbotsford:

We went to bed late that night, with phone batteries nearly dead, and slept through our alarms the next morning, causing us to miss our ferry to Galiano Island. The silver lining was that we were able to tidy up much better at the Singh residence so Davinder and Raj wouldn’t come home to a post-wedding mess. Then we caught the evening ferry to Galiano, checked into our cabins, talked into the wee hours of the morning and got a tiny bit of sleep before our second wedding day started.

In the morning, once the makeup and hair folks had done their thing, we headed down to Bellhouse Provincial Park for some morning portraits. Prem and I had scouted this location a in the summer of 2020 when we toured the gulf islands together in search of the perfect wedding venue.

Back at Bodega Ridge, the wedding venue, Harpreet changed out of her lehenga and had a much-needed nap while I sorted out a few last-minute details with the venue event coordinator, delegated some tasks to the groomspeople, and had a little more caffeine.

By 3pm Harpreet had woken up and changed into a saree, my dad and Davinder realised they wore matching outfits, and everyone was gathered up at the ceremony site, ready for our second wedding to begin.

I blame the serious lack of sleep over the previous two weeks for my inability to hold back tears as I read my vows out, but I promise they were happy tears.

After the ceremony, we took loads of group portraits, couples portraits, and family portraits. I’m really looking forward to sharing them with everyone sometime soon but here are a select few:

When Harpreet tossed her bouquet, Tim jumped higher than I thought physically possible and caught the bouquet, to many people’s astonishment.

We walked back down to the lodge for hors d’oeuvres and cocktails then a short while later everyone gathered under a big tent for dinner. We decided, instead of formal speeches, to have an open sharing circle facilitated by Stash, and we were blown away by the kind-hearted and hilarious things our family and friends shared with us.

One of the great things about having two weddings is getting two cakes made by my baby sister Lisa. We asked for something classy and floral and she came up with this beautiful artistry using edible flowers and lactose-free ingredients so I could enjoy it without getting sick. We were able to share a bit of cake with the kitchen staff and they gave it high praise, too.

Matt and Jenny kindly brought a big box of our centrepieces with floral arrangements from our Indian wedding reception over to Galiano and they were put to good use throughout the lodge:

With dinner and our sharing circle finished, we headed into the lodge for a night of good conversation and merry dancing.

After yet another short night of sleep, Harpreet and I said our goodbyes to anyone who was awake, then hit the road to catch our ferry to Mayne Island for minimoon part 1. We saw my parents again as they waited for their ferry, and we got to chat with Isabel and Ricardo who were en route to Pender Island.

On Mayne Island, we had the best midday nap ever at our rental cob cottage, then had dinner overlooking the ocean under bright pink and purple sunset skies while two orcas put on a show for us not too far off shore. This is the cob cottage where we stayed, and astute readers may notice we brought centrepieces with us here, too:

Harpreet spotted this cute tree frog on a pine in the Japanese garden:

After two restful nights on Mayne Island, we caught the ferry back to the mainland and spent a night at my parents’ place in Vancouver, before catching yet another ferry to Bowen Island for minimoon part 2.

Since the florals still looked amazing, we brought a few centrepieces to continue enjoying on Bowen, where we had made them a couple weeks earlier. We also went for some really nice walks to enjoy the beauty around us.

After a couple of peaceful nights and nice meals on Bowen, feeling much more human, we returned to the mainland so I could fly back to Ontario to work on the kitchen renovations and start my new job as a nurse on the neurosciences unit. Harpreet would catch up to me later. Most of the photos below are more renovation pics so if you’re not into that then scroll past to the end for one final wedding photo.

On arriving in Kingston I immediately got to work removing all the old kitchen backsplash tiles, chopping up the small countertop to access the pipes below, framing in a wall opening for a rangehood vent, adding more power outlets, and installing recessed ceiling lighting.

I got many splinters during this time, but this one was the most impressive in both its size and its ability to pierce so far through my skin:

By the night of October 1st I had lifted this and screwed in this sheet of drywall, with much frustration and sweat. I would definitely not recommend installing full sheets of drywall overhead without a second pair of hands or a drywall lift. Before:

After:

I decided to use cement backer board to create a flat surface for the tile for the new backsplash, because the wall was super duper uneven and it would’ve been sooo much work to get it flat. A whole lot of shims ensured the backer board sits just right.

I was running out of time before Harpreet would arrive, and I knew she wouldn’t appreciate a kitchen with nothing working, so I set to work installing a power outlet for a dishwasher, staining a countertop, and getting some base cabinets ready in order to install the sink. The floor in this part of the house rises by over two inches in just twelve feet (5cm in 3.6m) which is pretty insane, so I had to do a lot of prep work to make all the cabinets sit level on the floor.

A few days after she arrived in Ontario, we took off for a few days of adventure in the Algonquin Highlands where we went for a few solid autumn hikes, visited a wolf sanctuary and a neat sculpture forest, and even got a canoe ride in!

Back in Kingston, I installed the sink and dishwasher, mounted a bunch of wall cabinets, Harpreet helped me install the rangehood over the stove, then in mid-November I fixed the gap in the floor created by taking out the old wall. This was much harder than I expected, but I eventually succeeded, and in doing so I took a lot of squeaks out of the floor.

Once the floor was in place, I put up the last base cabinets with another section of stained acacia wood countertop, and another power outlet for the temporary microwave home.

I also officially received my bachelor’s degree in nursing from the University of Toronto in mid-November, although I didn’t bother attending the virtual ceremony.

In the first week of December, I tiled the backsplash. It was my first time tiling so it’s far from perfect, but we were pretty happy with the outcome.

I was scheduled to work at the hospital the nights of Dec 24, 25, and 26 so Harpreet went back to BC to be with family for Christmas. In my time off work, I finished the kitchen cabinets so we could start using them and wired up some under cabinet lighting. I left a few details to be completed later, like the toekick and soffit, in order to turn my sights to yet another project.

On Dec 23, I started on my next project: redoing the bathroom floor, which was a collection of uneven tiles, many of which were cracked. This is how it looked when I started:

Harpreet would be arriving Dec 28 early morning, and I had three 12-hour night shifts in that period, but somehow I still thought I could get the floor done before she arrived. As it turns out, the flooring under the gnarly tile had lots of black mould and rotten parts so I had to remove a lot of it and sand the rest down to good wood while running three fans and a heater to dry it out; I had to remove the old toilet water inlet coming up through the floor and run a new water line inside the wall behind the toilet; I replaced the flange that connects the toilet to the stand pipe so the toilet water goes to the sewer; added loads of extra blocking between joists to stiffen up the floor and give the toilet something on which to sit securely; installed new plywood subfloor, blue waterproof underlayment, and vinyl plank flooring; and reinstalled the toilet.

I neeeearly made it, but Harpreet arrived with the last row and a half of flooring to be laid. Still, by the time we celebrated the end of 2021 we had a new bathroom floor.

We celebrated New Year’s Eve together at home by stuffing our faces from two charcuterie board spreads:

Because of COVID, this annual update has mostly comprised of renovation and wedding photos. We’re hopeful the next annual update will feature some international travel, and it will certainly include our relocation from Ontario back home to BC. We’re looking forward to spending more time with so many of our family and friends in the coming months, and as always I’d love to hear from you about your adventures in 2021. I still haven’t replied to everyone who wrote to me last year, but I will… eventually.

In closing, allow me to leave you with best wishes for 2022, and this epic double exposure wedding shot from Galiano Island:

Yet another Annual Update: my year 2011 in 67 photos

Dear family, friends, and those who fit into both (or other) categories, this is that once-yearly mass email I send out and post to my blog to bore you with the details of 365 days of my life. It’s safe for work, except that you might fall asleep face first on your keyboard while reading it, thus creating a small commotion in your office.

The short version:

And now for the extended version, with a sprinkling of photos, some of which I’ve put within sentences (how clever).

When 2011 started off, I was nearing the end of a super fun three week holiday in Vancouver. Technically speaking, when 2011 started off I was on a dance floor surrounded by green lasers

Laser green goblin

…and booming bass, doing my best to jump up and down and side to side in what I hoped might be mistaken for dancing, while wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume with glowsticks lighting my flightpath at the wingtips.

Buzz Lightyear

All good things come to an end, however, and by January 2nd I was sitting back comfortably in a Vancouver International Airport departure lounge. The fact that I can show a little piece of plastic to a company and they then let me sit in a chair, in the middle of the sky, speeding over the land and sea at sometimes over 900 km/h, still amazes me. Two days of travelling took me back to work in Juba, South Sudan, where I had two months remaining on my contract. On January 9th I was lucky enough to witness the referendum on secession that resulted in South Sudan becoming the world’s newest country six months later.

Biggest polling station in South Sudan's referendum on independence in Juba, South Sudan

I also witnessed the delivery of, and first flight of, South Sudan’s first air force

South Sudan Air Force Mi-28 transport helicopter, Juba

…went hiking up Jebel Kujur to take a Sunday mid-morning nap…

Taking a nap atop Jebel Kujur, Juba

…and got a guided tour of the Physical Rehabilitation Reference Centre run jointly by the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) and the South Sudan Ministry of Gender, Child and Social Welfare:

Touring the PRRC in Juba, South Sudan
Artificial foot at the PRRC in Juba, South Sudan

In my final week in South Sudan, I just barely managed to make it to see Juba’s best kept Engrish secret, the manure cure shop:

Thong Ping Salon, Juba, South Sudan

After leaving South Sudan, I spent the last week of February visiting friends in the UK. Within hours of landing at Heathrow, I was in real doctor’s scrubs in London, complete with anti-bacterial silver oxide thread participating in the Imperial College med school’s time-honoured, purely academic activity known as the Circle Line Pub Crawl with my friend Aidan and his fellow future doctors.

Circle Line Pub Crawl with Imperial College medical students

I also visited my friend Jackie in Cambridge, where we went to a show and the next day I took a long walk along the River Cam…

Narrowboats and rowing clubs on the River Cam in Cambridge, England

…and then Fraser and Kate in Abergavenny, where Fraser and I went mountain biking

Fraser above Abergavenny, Wales

and also saw my friends Katie and Louise in Oxford before hopping on a plane to return to Vancouver at the beginning of March. While waiting for my plane, I saw the mythical Airbus A380 roll by, the largest passenger aircraft in the world:

Qantas Airbus A380 at Heathrow Airport

I spent the next three months waiting in Vancouver to go somewhere new and unknown. I filled my time sleeping with no alarm, going to physiotherapy for my knee, building a couple of custom single speed bicycles (one for my sister, one for me)…

Custom single speed freewheel bicycle for Lisa
BumbleBike custom single speed freewheel bicycle for me

…checking the forecast for days when I could comfortably take my motorcycle out on the town (there were very few of these days in what was apparently Vancouver’s wettest and coldest spring in the last half century)…

Honda CM400T motorcycle

…and watching the Vancouver Canucks make it all the way to the Stanley Cup Finals for the first time since I was 10 years old. The city came alive like nothing I’ve seen (I was in London for the 2010 Vancouver-Whistler Olympics, living 5 minutes from one of the 2012 Olympic sites, so I missed out on all that craziness), with free taxi rides, SkyTrain antics, downtown street parties, and all kinds of awesome all around.

Celebrating a Vancouver Canucks win on Granville Street

Into these three months, I also somehow squeezed a trip to Kelowna

Kelowna, BC

…a couple of quick visits to Bowen Island

Bowen Island, BC

…a two night trip to Ottawa to get a visa for Côte d’Ivoire and see my friends Alex and Luke…

Parliament Hill, Ottawa

…and a motorcycle ride to Salt Spring Island

Salt Spring Island, BC

With the Canucks comfortably ahead in the final series against the Bruins, I left town to start my next job. Having spent a year and a half with Medical Emergency Relief International (Merlin), in the UK, DR Congo, and South Sudan, I’d decided to try on a different pair of shoes: Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders, aka MSF). They decided to send me to Côte d’Ivoire, but first, I flew to Germany (with a few hours spent hanging out in Amsterdam to see my friend Pieter-Henk) for the MSF PPD, a 10 day group introduction to the organisation for new staff. I can’t spoil any secrets by talking about it online, except to say that it was really fun, and I met and befriended some very cool people.

MSF PPD, Bonn, June 2011

During the PPD, I even woke up one morning at 4am to watch Game 7 of the playoffs streaming online, then had a productive day in Germany not torching police cars on camera.

By the morning of June 19th I was back up in the skies.

Flying to Côte d'Ivoire

By supper time that day I was eating supper (how appropriate) with my new colleagues in Abidjan, the biggest city and former capital of Côte d’Ivoire (Abidjan was also the name of the local watering hole in Buea, Cameroon, where my friends and I used to eat barbecued meat with a beer in the evenings after a good day’s work back in 2007).

Abidjan, Côte d'Ivoire

The next day I arrived in Daloa, where I spent the next three and a half months working my butt off. Work was hard, but I gradually trained my staff to do a lot of the work I was doing myself, which greatly increased the number of hours I spent sleeping. It also let me get out of the office a bit more, including a day trip across the border into Liberia to help bring some medical goods into Côte d’Ivoire.

Welcome to Liberia (Pékanhouébli border crossing)

In Daloa, I saw our medical stock grow from taking up the space of a small bedroom with a few shelves…

First medical storeroom in Daloa

…to taking over my bedroom as an overflow area.

My bedroom, the overflow storage space in Daloa

At the end of July I organised to move our office out of the house and into a dedicated office space, where we had a new warehouse space in which I had custom shelves built…

Building shelves in the new warehouse space

…and another room of boxes stacked on pallets. What a difference a couple of months makes!

Medical goods on pallets

We also helped the Ministry of Health run a measles vaccination campaign for over 15,000 children and later on collected the dozens of sharps boxes from remote health centres.

Sharps boxes for safe disposal of vaccination needles

I also helped improve the water and sanitation standards of health centres around Daloa by donating soap and other supplies, and making these hand washing buckets for patients and staff:

Hand washing stations for health centres around Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire

We also spent a fair bit of energy rehabilitating a couple of health centres that had been looted and badly damaged by armed groups during the conflict.

Smashed glass on the floor of a looted health centre near Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire

They needed doors repaired, smashed locks and windows replaced, electricity and lighting restored, furniture built and donated, grounds cleared and cleaned, and much more.

New door for a health centre outside Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire
New door handle and lock for a health centre outside Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire
New electrical panels for a health centre outside Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire

One health centre had a puddle the size of a lake right out front, the perfect breeding place for mosquitoes, so I organised to have it fixed:

The lake outside Zoukpangbeu health centre, Côte d'Ivoire
The lake is gone outside Zoukpangbeu health centre, Côte d'Ivoire

My logistician, Moussa, did a great job of supervising all this work.

Moussa, my logistician

Two months into my time in Daloa, a few friends and I managed to see a huge wild elephant nearby.

The elephant outside Daloa, Côte d'Ivoire

By the end of September I was pretty tired out, so I decided to take a week’s vacation next door in Ghana. I had to fly out of Abidjan, so on the way from Daloa to Abidjan I visited the biggest church in the world in Yamoussoukro:

Basilique Notre Dame de la Paix, Yamoussoukro, Côte d'Ivoire

In Ghana, I became perhaps a bit too familiar with Ghanaian buses for such a short stay…

Bus broken down near Mole National Park, Ghana

…and had two different vehicles break down from radiator leaks, but the trip was really fun, and I got to see a whole bunch more elephants while I was there.

Elephants in Mole National Park, Ghana

I also saw lots of sideways lightning, which I’ve only seen in Côte d’Ivoire and Ghana.

Horizontal lightning in Mole National Park, Ghana

Back in Côte d’Ivoire, within two days of my return to Daloa, I was asked to move to Tabou to replace the logistician who was leaving a bit earlier than planned. I was a bit surprised, and quite moved, when two of my staff broke down in tears when I announced the news to them. Tears of joy, perhaps, to finally be rid of their boss? The next weekend I arrived in Tabou, a very small town on the Atlantic coast, just a few kilometres from the Liberian border, overlooking the Gulf of Guinea.

Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire

I spent the next two months in Tabou, squeezing in three short trips north as far as a town called Para, with some beautiful stretches of road…

The road from Tabou to Para, Côte d'Ivoire

…and some short stretches of road almost as bad as the one we travelled from Buea to Mamfe, Cameroon, or the not-really-roads outside Kindu, DR Congo.

Rough spot of road en route to Para, Côte d'Ivoire
Rough spot of road en route to Para, Côte d'Ivoire

The last few weeks in Tabou were really focussed on closing down the project, which at its peak had over 40 national staff running 20 mobile clinics, plus support to 12 health centres (of which the farthest was 6 hours away), and running an intensive therapeutic feeding centre plus an ambulatory therapeutic feeding centre for malnourished children. Closing the project involved a LOT of paperwork (I might have drowned if it weren’t for the wonders of mail merging), but also some fun stuff like big donations of drugs and supplies to health centres and the Ministry of Health.

Paracetamol to be donated to health centres near Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire

Our office/warehouse space went from being completely packed with medicine…

The MSF office and warehouse space, full to capacity

…to completely empty!

The MSF office and warehouse space, totally empty after many donations

Other big jobs in closing the project in Tabou included donating all sorts of furniture and office supplies to another NGO working in the health sector, which involved lots of trips back and forth from our office to theirs…

Donating a vaccine fridge to a medical NGO in Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire

…and uninstalling our radio and comms equipment, like the VHF antenna bolted to the top of a 15 metre pole. The VHF antenna is on the left, not the huge mobile phone tower in the background!

The VHF antenna (on the left) in Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire
Removing the VHF antenna in Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire

I also got to burn all the unimportant paperwork in our big fire pit, fun!

Burning unimportant documents in Tabou, Côte d'Ivoire

Having closed the project, and with the December 11th parliamentary elections having passed without any violence, our team returned to the MSF coordination office in Abidjan. Eating extra oily omelets with my colleagues on the way to Abidjan was, as usual, good times:

Evening omelet time in Gagnoa, Côte d'Ivoire

I spent the next few days in Abidjan, finishing up some final reports and burning more unimportant paperwork…

Burning unimportant documents in Abidjan, Côte d'Ivoire

…then took a three day road trip to the Liberian border to import a Land Cruiser into Côte d’Ivoire as the Liberia mission was also closing.

Bringing a Land Cruiser from Liberia to Côte d'Ivoire

My last few days in Abidjan were spent helping the Financial Coordinator with some actually important paperwork (sadly, this did not involve any fire).

Important paperwork

Then, on December 22nd/23rd an Air France jet kindly carried me to Paris for a coffee with Thomas, a friend and all-round amazing guy on break from his job in Afghanistan. Having finished coffee and a croissant, I high-tailed it back to the airport just in time for my flight to Toronto and eventually Vancouver. I landed about three hours before a DJ show downtown, for which I’d bought a ticket online a month earlier. Knowing that several friends would be there, I showed up downtown to surprise them. And, with the 6 month beard that was weighing down my chin, they were definitely surprised.

DJ show in Vancouver, BC

The next day, Christmas Eve, I went to Studio D Hair Salon

Studio D Hair Salon, Vancouver, BC

…and had my beard bleached white, morphing into a very odd-looking Santa Claus for the next couple of days, long enough to show it off to my grandma in Nova Scotia on her first ever Skype video call…

Santa beard
Grandma's first Skype video conversation

…and to the extended family at our annual Boxing Day party.

My cousin's kid testing whether my Santa beard is real

With that over, I removed all my white Santa hair in time to avoid scaring the surgeon who’ll be slicing my knee open in the future. On December 29th we met, we talked, and we settled on fixing my knee once I return from wherever I go next, if it’s about 5-6 months from now (oh, how I love waiting lists).

On December 30th a huge group of friends descended on the King’s Head in Kits to say goodbye to the place…

Closing party for the King's Head pub, Vancouver
Closing party for the King's Head pub, Vancouver

…which then shut its doors on New Year’s Day. Apparently it’s going to become a Wing’s. The following night, a potluck of culinary delights…

Preparing a veggie roast for New Year's Eve potluck
Mike's bacon coated turkeys for New Year's Eve potluck

…followed by another crazy New Year’s Eve party with friends…

New Year's Eve party in Vancouver

…helped shut 2011 down, and open 2012 up, a year bound to be filled with 24 extra hours of adventure, and boy am I looking forward to it!

If you got through this entire summary, I’m impressed; if you take the time to send me an update on your life, whether it be short or long, I will be even more impressed, and promise to read it too (I’ll even reply!).

Cheers, beers, and bicycle gears,
Chris

A few random photos from Vancouver, Ottawa, and Salt Spring Island

Here are a few random photos I felt like posting when I was in Canada, but which didn’t really merit posts…

Framed portrait:

Framed portrait

I glued a 1-cent stamp from 1935 onto a parcel wrapped in blank 1960s sheet music paper to give a gift to a friend:

1935 1-cent stamp

A tasty cracker manwich, with Oker in the background:

Cracker manwich

Denise’s crazy nails, which were done by a lady at Lady Orchid’s Rejuvenating Spa down on West Broadway a few doors west from Manitoba Street:

Nails looking sharp

I made strawberries stuffed with chocolate mousse and added a peppermint leaf to each one:

Strawberries stuffed with chocolate

And I also made peanut butter cup cookies. I didn’t make the peanut butter cups, though, they were in a package…

Peanut butter cup cookies

After the Vancouver Canucks won Game 5 of Round 3 of the Stanley Cup playoffs, sending them to their first Stanley Cup Final since 1994, a bunch of us went downtown to celebrate – we weren’t the only ones!

Celebrating after the Canucks Round 3, Game 5 victory

I had to go to Ottawa to get my visa for Côte d’Ivoire, and as I do on every visit to Ottawa, I took a quick walk around Parliament Hill:

Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Canada

While in Ottawa, I also visited the Canadian Museum of Nature, which has some really cool dinosaur fossils, including this triceratops skull:

Triceratops skull, Museum of Nature, Ottawa

Back in BC, my last weekend in Canada was spent with a bunch of friends on Salt Spring Island. The float plane is faster than the ferry:

Float plane en route to Salt Spring Island, BC,Canada

The trip by ferry is really beautiful, winding between loads of little islands along the way:

View from the ferry to Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada

On Saturday morning, we went to Ganges, the main town on Salt Spring Island, to have a look at the market. This busker, Mack Pinchbeck, was amaaazing!

Busking skateboard bluegrass fiddle prodigy Mack Pinchbeck in Ganges, Salt Spring Island

Later on, we headed to a dock so people could take a dip in the water. Conrad the 4-legged, 4-armed wonderboy dove right in:

Conrad, the 4-armed, 4-legged wonderboy

Road trip to Québec!

On July 19th my sister Josephine, her boyfriend Matt, and I packed our stuff into Matt’s car and left my grandmother’s home in East Ship Harbour, Nova Scotia to make our way to Gatineau, Québec (across the river from Ottawa, Ontario). It was a tight squeeze with all our stuff and my bicycle packed in the trunk, but it all worked out quite well.

The drive was quite tiring, especially for Matt as the driver, so we stopped at a rest stop somewhere in New Brunswick for a nap in the car and then some morning coffee. This massive sign (for the huuuge trucks that park at the rest stop) was quite neat:

After eating breakfast at a Macdonald’s (yes, it’s true) in the francophone part of New Brunswick, where they call a drink “un breuvage” instead of “une boisson,” we entered the Province of Québec. It’s amazing what photos can be taken from a moving car with a cheapish point-and-shoot camera and a little bit of luck:

The flag of Québec:

Entering St. Louis of the Ha! Ha!

A field of canola in bloom:

On our route, we passed through Québec City, the provincial capital and quite an old city, by Canadian standards. Matt had been there before, so he was able to drive us to the area by the old fort ruins where all the tourists go to look at the St. Lawrence River:

We soon hit the road again, and on the way we passed a crazy school bus lot of some sort. We were driving full-speed but luckily I managed a couple shots, and I must say this is one of my favourite photos ever taken from a car. I’ll probably edit it in Lightroom later to make the yellow in the buses a bit more vivid, but I’m really happy with the luck of this one:

We reached our destination in the afternoon on the 20th, about 20 hours after we started. Our destination was Matt’s brother’s apartment in Gatineau, where we helped him and his assistant assemble a TV stand and mount his new flatscreen in the living room (which doubled as my bedroom for a couple nights). It really did take 5 university-educated people over half an hour to put together a simple TV stand:

The perfect picture of relaxation after a long night/day of driving, complete with a refreshing and well-deserved beer:

On the 21st I got an important phone call from London, England. It was a phone interview with Medical Emergency Relief International (Merlin), for a humanitarian logistics internship. I felt it went well, and not long after I was accepted to join the internship programme beginning September 1st!

The rest of the day we all just chilled out, did laundry, and I met up with my friend Dennis (with whom I studied in England way back in 2002-03) and his fiancée for dinner in Ottawa and a long conversation. On the 22nd, Matt and Jos and I took a drive into Ottawa to run a few errands and walk around a bit. Ottawa isn’t the most exciting city in Canada, so there tends to be a gravitational pull toward Parliament Hill every time I visit. As seen from the bridge coming from Gatineau:

The Peace Tower below a cloudy sky:

This bell has a neat history. I already posted a nearly identical photo on my blog three and a half years ago when I still had lots of hair on my head. So, if you want to read that tiny little plaque and find out why this bell is actually interesting (because, seriously, most bells are not very interesting) check out the old blog post here: http://photodiarist.com/2006/04/04/kingston-and-ottawa/

The RCMP have been wearing Stetson brand hats since the 1800s, but did you know how this came to be? It all started with this guy, George Brown, who fought ardently for Confederation for Canada. This close-up distinctly shows bird crap all over his head and dribbling down his face:

This second photo shows Mortimer Stetson, nephew of John Stetson (found of the famed Stetson hat company) offering a hat to protect George Brown from the birds.

Royal Canadian Mounted Police witnessed the offer, saw the practical application of this style of hat, and from this came the tradition for all mounties to wear a wide-brimmed Stetson hat while outdoors:

Josephine the Giant decided to scare the little tourist children by showing them how easily she could crush the Library of Parliament:

The next day, Matt drove us to Prescott, we took my bicycle out of the trunk, and I started off down the road to Toronto, only about 400km away. More on that in the next post, though.