The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

February 12th, 2007

Man, Whistler sucks.

Okay, I exaggerate. Our experience of it mostly sucked. The queue of cars and coaches backed up behind the accident started moving maybe three hours after it had ground to a halt, and we crawled past the rather disturbing wreckage of the crashed coach, pushed off to the side of the road. (I found out […]

February 5th, 2007

I’m typing this on my phone on a Greyhound coach

bound for Whistler, a little fearful of taking out my shiny new Mac laptop. I’m not worried about being mugged – this bus is, as with everything Canadian, exactly like its American counterpart only much nicer – I’m just worried that I’d disappear in a puff of bourgeois smoke if I did so. We arrived […]