past weekend, faced with another American myth, the white scum, which pelno everywhere here - siding. And the northern Ladner, in which on Saturday and Sunday, we shot straight into the gallons of water covered the cottage makes an impression of local sidingowego empire. All the houses here are almost identical and only the layer of dirt (or lack thereof) in their white facades can tell us more about their owners. About one worth knowing is driving by at around ye came up with the idea to play basketball, do not run here with the ball faster than 30 km per hour!
Ladner is a small town, which works from Vancouver two rivers, although it actually is one, who in August branches forming a sort of delta. Ladner is located on the south side. And how many other 'poludn', it also is quite conservative: the so-called live here. 'Blue collars', or state employees, accountants, drivers and other working people, who have a 'white collarsach' (doctors, lawyers, etc.) say that it is not their level - and here they are talking mainly about the level of cash in their accounts. Ladner is a place which reminds me of the illusion of the American suburb serials, which I watched as a kid ('Alf' and 'The Wonder Years' above all!), And in which China does not want to live.
To get there from our farm we have to catch bus number 49 in the direction of Metrotown, then transfer to the Skytrain Canada Line (the local subway, totally computerized and without motorniczych - also when sometimes we manage to hit the seat just behind the windshield, we feel like at the amusement park!), And finally we catch a speeding bus number 620 for the entire Richmond Highway (this is a district -bedroom) and a long tunnel beneath the Fraser River until the end.
Some time ago I tried to travel the same route on bicycles and make nice wpakowalismy, as it turned out that this tunnel is probably the only unfriendly cyklistom place in the whole state of British Columbia and enter it just does not give. Any attempt at best would end the mandate of $ 200, in the worst ride of my nose on the mask rozkwaszonym some GMC, RAM-a, or another great pick-up. Of course, it occurred to us, in order to bend the rules and ride on the other side of 'the otter' (Or, as Michael says, 'to John', which means we go for nothing idotow and you have the right), but effectively deterred us, standing near a police patrol (I think, subconsciously, we felt that we do not want to join the Citizen SP Dziekanski, who once pulled up at the airport only to the Canadian horse and ended up in one grave with the stun gun 'made in BC' at the side). Luckily, we caught the last minute szescsetjedynke, which has carried us safely to the other side and at the same time saved our 'missions Judie. " Judie is a typical representative of the class of blue-collar (blue collar) - 40 years worked in one company, thick smiling labrador named Blueberry by the leg, clean, well maintained yard, artificial fireplace in the wall and a collection of travel of the Rosary in display case. Not that Judie was overly spiritualized. Simply - as she told us - everyone has something to collect, so she decided to collect crosses ... And this is what Judie, in which you odswiezalismy that day and so already sterile clean and flowery garden, after work first showed us ladnerskie homes on the water, and if that was not enough, we organized a surprise more order.
And it's no small order! Neighbor Judie the plot, a certain Barnie (great tirowiec-builder with the red bags under his eyes reaching halfway cheeks) hired us to rid of rats from the cells, and to odpicowania water under high pressure of his storey house covered with what would others do not like siding. Until yesterday I thought, with the task conceived by my former boss were the peak of absurdity, but standing on a ladder and meticulously scrubbed each slat of the building covered with plastic, coal slime, I felt that I still have a lot in life may surprise ... I remember that to not believe szarlatanom who will try to convince you that the siding is practical! Deratization and sidingo-wateryzacja took a total of two full days and were it not that a little Michael will not killed falling from the roof, one could say that everything went We like clockwork. A further attraction supplied Barney's wife Barbara (if he had bags to the middle of cheeks, she could boast of at least two times longer and a little czerwienszymi copies), which made us coffee, she told (with an accent as if holding her in the mouth solid potato), various stories about everything and anything, and in the meantime drinkowala in the kitchen, and every subsequent output of the patio was becoming more rozochocona and talkative. But as soon as extending myself too much, Barney somewhere after something she sent me, and she performed with the tongue hanging out the command. Mike described it thus: 'Wow, she flew at him like a dog' ... Maybe so, but both seemed to be happy in the frantic layout, so I let them bags will be light! I only hope that Barbara and Barney do not have to be your neighbor for some warm, because after such two days, he could get a heart attack! :-)
Klonlandii and pressure,
majki Majk
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