Tourism & Culture
Comments in a study of off-site venues produced by Tourism Vancouver this past February were clear. The city’s lack of off-site venues was described variously as falling short of world-class status, “lacking in quantity, quality and diversity for groups over...
By day Darryl Persello, 35, works with troubled youth as a probation officer for the B.C. Ministry for Children and Family Development. Dark-haired, tall and broad-shouldered, he is personable with a ready laugh, and exudes the poise and unflappability undoubtedly...
Canada’s West Coast can be a remote and forbidding place, even for those of us who live in the neighbourhood. Yet this hasn't stopped the shifting tides in the development of Ucluelet, traditionally a small fishing town on the west coast of Vancouver Island.
Eight years ago, Muzyka arrived in Vancouver to take command of the business school at UBC. Muzyka, recruited from the prestigious INSEAD business school in France, intended great things for the Sauder School of Business and its hometown, Vancouver. Admittedly...
For sheer excitement and drama, nothing beats Hastings racetrack. And getting in on the action with a horse of your own can cost as little as a few hundred dollars a month (if you’re willing to share). But be warned; you could get trampled.
Ever since Greenpeace was formed more than three decades ago to protect the environment, B.C. has been a constant battleground between governments, industry and hundreds of environmental groups. The latter range from multinational outfits aiming to protect the forests, rivers or oceans, to local, single-issue neighbourhood groups.
Recently, I’ve been struck by how often our leaders and bureaucrats are turning a blind eye to problems that they have the power to solve. Take, for instance, their attitude toward parents of autistic children, whose plight I have written about several times.
It’s 8:30 p.m. when the dented, steel-grey carriages of the Skeena, the VIA Rail train serving the northern route from Jasper, begin their final wheezing crawl into Prince Rupert, the rainfall capital of Canada’s multi-fjorded Wet Coast. Far from a pampering Rocky Mountaineer excursion, this old-school locomotive feels like a perambulating 1950s diner, complete with a side order of cozy home-style charm.
When David Wayne, manager of Stanley Park’s Brockton Oval, turned out the lights and slipped into bed beside his wife on the evening of December 14, nothing could have prepared him for the fury that would awaken them in the inky darkness of the following morning.