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I'd like to reserve a flight to Vancouver.
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This ship is bound for Vancouver.
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I'm going off to Vancouver next week to see my sister.
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Wealthy immigrants from China are happy to pay stratospherical prices for homes in Vancouver.
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I have two tickets for the Boston vs. Vancouver game on Saturday night. Wanna go with me?
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Next week I will go to Vancouver and visit my younger sister.
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I'm thinking of going to Vancouver to meet relatives.
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I lived in Vancouver during my sixty divorce crisis.
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I'm having a wonderful time here in Vancouver.
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I lived in Vancouver for two months.
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He was born in Vancouver Oct. 23, 1976.
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I'd like to book a flight to Vancouver.
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Next week I'm going to Vancouver to visit my sister.
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The Vancouver aquarium will no longer keep whales and dolphins in captivity.
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Khea Chang's family immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, from Taiwan, making her a first-generation Canadian studying international relations at Boston University.
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The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, the former royal highnesses best known to the public as Harry and Meghan, appear to have left their wooded paradise on Vancouver Island in western Canada for the bright lights of Los Angeles.
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My dream is to study English in Vancouver.
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In one of the most famous matches in chess history, Robert James Fischer defeated Mark Taimanov by the sensational score of 6-0 in Vancouver (1971).
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Years ago, I looked forward to lunchtime, when I worked for a software company called TGI Technologies, near Main Street and Science World in Vancouver, BC. I alternated between several Chinese restaurants, an East Indian restaurant called Nirvana, and a Japanese restaurant with a very friendly Korean waitress.
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When I worked for Consumers Software Inc. in Gastown in Vancouver, BC, it was like the Old World. There were brick buildings and brick-laden streets. There were used bookstores. Chinatown's restaurants were a walk away. The Old Spaghetti Factory was on Water Street.
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When I worked for Consumers Software Inc., our beautiful Christmas party was held in Vancouver Aquarium. The tables were walled in by aquariums.
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My Jamaican university friend's Jewish uncle possessed a big beautiful mansion in West Vancouver, BC. There was a jacuzzi near a heated swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. I was not jealous, because people like me with a big imagination can always imagine something greater. The Jewish uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to go to the PRC, when it first opened up to foreigners.
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When I worked for the software firm Radical Entertainment Inc. in posh Yaletown in Vancouver, BC, there was a strange mestizo Macanese coworker there, who brought a bird in a cage to the office.

When I worked for Ticon Technology Inc. in downtown Vancouver, BC, I cherished the gigantic colourful salad bar nearby and the underground food court.

Having lived with the city life in East Vancouver, BC, from 1996 to 2006 and having moved back to suburban Lulu Island at the end of 2006, I have had much inner contemplation since then. It is now nearing the end of 2021. I feel like a mushroom in a bog.

Lulu Island, a suburb, is a more conservative place than the city, Vancouver, BC. In the city, one often could see gay couples in public.

During my teenage years, I enjoyed reading Edgar Pangborn's sci-fi novel Davy. It was about the surviving generations in the post-apocalyptic Atlantic coast of North America. Their life was like in the medieval times. They referred to pre-apocalyptic times as "Old Time." The novel was a hardcover from the central library in downtown Vancouver, BC. It had a rustic illustration in front of it.

Myself, I have been involved with essentially two Buddhist temples, the Wat Yanviriya, a Thai temple in East Vancouver, BC, and the International Buddhist Temple, a Chinese temple on Lulu Island, BC. The latter was on Steveston Highway. The former was Theravāda Buddhism, and the latter was Pure Land Buddhism, also known as Amidism. I started Buddhism with Zen, many years previously.

At the Wat Yanviriya, a Thai temple in Vancouver, there was a girl named Nicole in my meditation class. She had long blonde hair. She showed me and other meditators a photograph of her with a bunch of orange-robed Thai monks all bathing in a river during her visit in Thailand.

At Wat Yanviriya, my Thai temple in Vancouver, orange-robed monks whiled away meditating long afternoons in a garden gazebo.

The interior of Wat Yanviriya, my Thai temple in Vancouver, was a spacious hall with hardwood flooring, where meditators would sit. A Buddha shrine was in front.

The Tamil language attracts me because of its writing. The Punjabi language is popular in the Vancouver area.

Damien is one of my more recent friends from when I was living in Vancouver, BC. We have both natural languages and artificial languages as common hobbies. He tutored me in French online when he was still living in Ottawa. A memorable occasion was when we ate in a Mexican restaurant Tio Pepe's on stylish Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC. We enjoy chatting about languages. He likes all of Esperanto, Interlingua, and Ido, and not just those conlangs. He is darkly brown-haired of Polish descent.

Jai, an East Indian of Hindu family background, was a close friend to me when I was living in Vancouver, BC. He, his German wife Erika, and two daughters lived in a nice condominium in the Kitsilano beach area of Vancouver, BC. He was initially my coworker in a software company. He liked his job, as it was full of learning. His family followed a European-style of living in North America, as they were unhindered by television, took mass transit, ate German food, and immersed themselves in the EU languages of English, German, and French. Jai and Erika wanted to take Japanese in night school, but thought that it might be too challenging. Jai liked the ideas of Zen Buddhism.

Fred, a big Chinese fellow, was a friend in my old neighbourhood in Vancouver, BC. He was a man of science. We often had heated discussions about sundry topics.

Khalid from Saudi Arabia was a friend in university, UBC. He rented an apartment near the planetarium of Vancouver, BC. He had spontaneous whims like us hiking up Black Tusk mountain with his leather shoes on, one sunny, but chilly day.

Pedro is my mocha-toned Spanish-speaking friend form Ecuador. He is part-Inca. He lives economically, but has political ambitions. He partook in my meditation classes in the Thai temple, Wat Yanviriya, in Vancouver, BC. He once knew Esperanto and felt like a reformist of it.

Jai and I had a discussion about religion. He noted that I was being a Buddhist in a principally Christian family. He thinks that my funeral would be Christian, despite me being Buddhist. I said that it did not really matter what others thought. I knew that Jai liked Zen Buddhism, but was affected by his German wife Erika's Lutheran background. Jai's family in India was Hindu. I read that one of the ways a Buddhist monk could attain more enlightenment was if he lived in a cemetery. For me, having moved from Vancouver to Lulu Island was like moving to a cemetery. In fact, I am an Animist-Buddhist.

Pedro M., my Ecuadorian friend who is part-Inca, liked to meditate in the Thai temple in my Vancouver neighbourhood.

Steve L., a Cantonese coworker at my Vancouver Gastown software workplace, exaggerated Western manners to the point of being like a caricature. He was a very technical man.

Paulette was a co-student of meditation at my Vancouver Thai temple. She was a Francophone from Quebec.

Cecine was a meditator at my Vancouver Thai temple. She knew Mandarin, Cantonese, and Vietnamese, aside from English.

Dr. Rang was a meditator at my Vancouver Thai temple. He was a Vietnamese acupuncturist. He persuaded me to try to decipher some mystical Ancient Egyptian writing.

Bob and Juliette were a wealthy Vietnamese couple who took over the administration for the meditation classes at my Vancouver Thai temple.

Darwin was a Cantonese supervisor in the video games development company, my former workplace in posh Yaletown in Vancouver, BC. I never asked him if his name related to the Australian city, the famous scientist, or both.

In the 1980s, as a teenager, I collected Soviet magazines, all in Cyrillic, from the USSR exhibit at the Pacific National Exhibition in Vancouver, BC. Years later, unfortunately, my dear collection got waterlogged.

One summer, as a teenager, I worked at the Pacific National Exhibition in Vancouver, BC. For lunch, I enjoyed big waffles with strawberries and whipped cream or a Vietnamese dish. For transportation, I had to borrow my father's station wagon, which he, in turn, borrowed from a friend. My father was still looking for employment, and sometimes he went for a long drive south to California.

Davide the Italian, Jürgen the German, and I, who were Esperantists, met in Vietnamese and Chinese restaurants in Vancouver, BC. Talking to them improved my speaking Esperanto.

Living in East Vancouver, BC, from 1996 to 2006, I ate out frequently in Asian restaurants. It was too bad that food photography was not as popular as it is now.

One of my favourite haunts in the 1990s was chic and youthful Robson Street in Downtown Vancouver, BC.

Davie Street in Vancouver, BC, is known as a gay hangout.

Granville Street in Vancouver, BC, sported peep shows and porno shops.

On Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, there was a fascinating Arabian-style restaurant, where there were colourful cushions and fabrics on the floor to sit and eat food.

When I attended a Thai Buddhist temple in Vancouver, BC, the monk asked me to help him to use accents on the Pali-language Romanized text on his computer. It was difficult, because at that time, Unicode was still embryonic. Unicode is ubiquitous on devices now.

I frequented two Vietnamese restaurants on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC. One played Parisian music for the clientele. The other was my place for Lychee Iced Drink.

At a little Vietnamese eatery on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC, I would often eat a noodle soup or a Vietnamese baguette sandwich, whilst the wife of the chef would play Parisian music for the clientele.

When I, living in Vancouver and on Lulu Island, watch television, it is often TV5, the global Francophone network. I can watch a Quebecker's exposé about secluded places in this world. From France, I can watch castle-by-castle tours. There are news from Belgium and Switzerland.

At another Vietnamese restaurant on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC, I would sit in one of the booth tables to eat a noodle or rice dish and a glass of lychees with ice and syrup.

Walking from Lakewood Drive in Vancouver, BC, eastward across Nanaimo Street, there was a park beyond. At an elevated spot, there was a bench, where on a sunny day I would read one of my Japanese books.

There were parks around Vancouver Harbour with the view of the northern mountain range. I walked a lot, mostly alone, but sometimes with a friend.

It's interesting that near my ex-home, on Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, there were two cafés with similar names: in the south was Café Deux Soleils; in the north was Café du Soleil.

Near my ex-home, on Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, was Sweet Cherubim, a store and restaurant with South Asian "hippie" food.

Near my ex-home, Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, is a place for metamodernist "hippies."

I shared my antique ex-house built in 1927 or 1928 with my brother's family, and we jokingly called it Lakewood Manor. It was on Lakewood Drive in Vancouver, BC, a place with many antique homes then.

In the late 1980s and in the 1990s, a couple of my favourite singers were Enya and Tracy Chapman. With headphones and a disc player, I listened to their music at my software workplace, an old brick building, the windows showing the harbour and railroad tracks that went beside the quaint Gastown district of the city of Vancouver, BC. I wore then a heavy dark-blue winter jacket with shoulder straps; it made me look like a student soldier from the 19th century.

In the late 1990s and early 2000s, my two favourite Vancouver food haunts were firstly, On Lok Restaurant and Won-ton House, and secondly, Penny Restaurant, both on East Hastings Street. I alternated between them frequently. With such varied scrumptious menus, it was like being in the Middle Kingdom itself.

My Hongkonger friend David, a rich realtor, delighted me in my first time eating cooked chicken feet in a Chinese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I just chewed on them, as there was not much meat on them, really. David was adventurous in not just the culinary aspect.

Back in 2002 and several years thereafter, I regularly attended meditation sessions at Wat Yanviriya Buddhist Temple in East Vancouver, BC. I came to know the Thai culture more because of it. Pāli chanting, moon festivals, relics viewing, et cetera were part of my life then. I remember a spacious hall with hardwood floors and a Buddha altar in front. In summers, the doors would be open to the sunny green outside. In the wetter seasons at night, candles would be lit in the silent darkness inside. (I wore a black Australian Outback jacket then.) Omnipresent was the Ajahn Bhoontam in orange robe, he conducting the rituals. Our saṅgha or congregation was medium-sized and multiethnic. A real saṅgha full of Thais allowed us to share the rustic building. The two groups met at different times.

My workplace in the late 1980s and early 1990s was an old brick building with wooden beams in the quaint Vancouver cobblestoned district of Gastown, walking distance to Chinatown. It was a software firm.

At the pizzeria on the 27th of March of 2015, Yaroslav the Ukrainian and I discuss many things. He says that his town in Ukraine is Kharkov (in Russian) or Kharkiv (in Ukrainian). We talk about the palatial subway or train stations in Russia, Uzbekistan, France, etc. Yaroslav's white Canadian neighbour in Vancouver is always drunk, he says, and may have a bit of Native Indian ancestry. We talk about how English slang is not a good habit. Many immigrants here in Canada do not speak slang. Yaroslav still likes learning English. I tell him that when I came to Canada at age 10, I could read English, but I did not speak well. It took me about a year to get accustomed to speaking English.

My Hongkonger friend Don and I often talked about contemporary sci-fi shows of the decades of the 1990s and the 2000s, as we sat eating delicious Oriental dishes and drinking tea at our favourite haunt in East Vancouver, BC. We compared the multiple series of Star Trek with Babylon 5. Don was convinced that Babylon 5 was too full of interspecies politics.

Walking through the crosswalk in Downtown Vancouver, BC, many years ago, a Native Indian woman looked at my face and said, "Don't smile!" I could see on her face how foreign Occidental culture really strained her life.

In a playground in Vancouver, BC, years ago, I talked to a Native Indian with his child playing. I mentioned that I was interested in "Amerindian" cultures and languages. He said that he knew that the term "Amerindian" was for academics.

In Vancouver, BC, I found and bought a black soapstone Inuit carving of an Inuit man, fat and reminiscent of Buddha. I gave it to my Japanese friend Noriko, who was sojourning on Lulu Island, BC. Ever since then, I could never find a similar sculpture in the art stores.

News usually traveled by ship, and sailors brought the report of the discovery of gold to Honolulu, to Oregon City, and to the ports at Victoria and Vancouver.

I've extensively visited two Buddhist temples, the Thai Wat Yanviriya in East Vancouver, BC, and the Chinese International Buddhist Temple on Lulu Island, BC. I learned Zen Buddhism on my own before any temple visits, but in Japan, I toured some temples and shrines. At the Thai temple, Theravāda Buddhism influenced me. At the Chinese temple, Pure Land Buddhism influenced me. These three kinds of Buddhism influenced my thinking.

India, or Bhārat, is still a mysterious place for me. I have studied a bit of Sanskrit and Pali, Sanskrit being the liturgical language of Hinduism and Northern Buddhism, whilst Pali being the liturgical language of Southern Buddhism. I am a close friend of Jai, who comes from an East Indian family of Hindu orientation. Jai, a software engineer, is married to a German, Erika. They met in Europe and moved to Canada here. Jai and Erika with two daughters, Charlotte and Johanna, lived in a condo near Kitsilano Beach in Vancouver, BC. Jai tries to speak German. His kids learn German, French, and English. Jai and I used to have lunches and dinners at Japanese restaurants. Jai viewed Vancouver as too big a city, and he wanted to move to a smaller town.

I had a curious shopping habit during my twenties in Metro Vancouver and Greater Tokyo. I would browse second-hand bookstores and antiquarians. Not only was I concerned about the future, but I fantasized about the past. In Zen, I learned to live in the present.

In the grey-sky morning of the 31st of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, talked at the teahouse on Lulu Island. Greg by then had already finished his coffee, and I had just ordered my Iced Black Tea. Greg bought two bags of Dried Apple Chips, one of which he gave generously to me. We discussed in Tagalog many things like the romanticization of history, Inuit, Cree Indians, Alberta where he lived before, and evolution. Greg still did not believe in evolution, and I mentioned the Filipino creation myth in which from bamboo out came a man and a woman. We both learned this legend in school. I went to the pizzeria to have a slice and a Diet Coke. The owner, the Sri Lankan Tamil named Tharsan, was at the cashier. He lived in Vancouver, not here on Lulu Island. He had a girlfriend, also Sri Lankan. At my table, I read a Japanese fantasy book, Kudaketa Monshou, or Crumbled Coat of Arms. In my red fanny pack, I also had an Esperanto Mini Dictionary.

Researchers at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver think they might have discovered a formula for a pill that effectively delivers a full dose of insulin to a patient’s liver—where it is needed to regulate blood sugar levels—without dissipating uselessly in the stomach.

Today the 6th of August of 2023 has been a fabulous day here on Lulu Island to do with my Fijian neighbours, the Wongs, who are partly Chinese and partly East Indian. Moli the grandma has given us about a dozen green figs from her backyard trees. (Incidentally, her name means "orange" in Fijian.) In return, Mama has me give them Swiss chard and three green poblanos, grown by my elder brother Fernando in Vancouver. Moli has given us her exotic cooking. In Moli's kitchen, her husband Leong and she are watching a Sunday church television show. I know that the Wongs are Catholic, but the show is not. In the corner of Moli's kitchen is fully decorated with Fijian masks, etc., which intrigue me, being an art collector myself. I talk with her grownup kids Sandra and Isaac. The Wongs resemble Japanese to me. Sandra and Isaac will be visiting Western Europe in September. Sandra and Moli have previously been to Greece. I recount my experience there with amazing whitewashed buildings with blue roofs. I say to them that some Japanese fantasize to live in a Mediterranean village. I say that some of my Greek-Jew ancestors from Greece settled in Panama, so I have relatives there today. My great-grandfather instead went to the Philippines. Sandra has visited Costa Rica. We agree that tourists should not be so "snooty" and should learn some of the local lingo. Such makes friendlier relations. I go home to make "horchata de arroz" or rice drink mix from El Salvador, given by my elder brother.

A group of Indigenous people is prepping a bid to bring the 2030 Winter Olympic and Paralympic Games to Vancouver, Canada.

Vancouver played host again this summer to its 22nd International Jazz Festival. During the 10-day event at the end of June, a wide spectrum of music enlivened the city.

Dr. Birx attended the recent International AIDS Society Conference on Pathogenesis, Prevention and Treatment in Vancouver, Canada.

Whilst drinking my Oat Nog Latte at Starbucks café, this grey-sky morning, I was talking to Afroz, a worker at Kin's Farm Market on Lulu Island, which I frequent to buy exotic things (to others) like lotus roots, Japanese yams, kumquats, dragonfruits, longans, jujubes, Hawaiian purple sweet potatoes, passion fruits, star fruits, etc. Afroz is what he categorizes himself as a "generic Indian Muslim." He was from Uttar Pradesh. His last city was Mumbai, before he left for BC. His daughter has been left with her grandparents in India. Afroz lives with his wife, a caregiver, in Vancouver. Afroz has an MBA from India, but he says that it is difficult to attain his dream job of doing marketing. I told him that my Auntie Vicky from the Philippines was working as a manager for Tupperware (a plastic container company) in India, as she lived in a "palace" with servants. I could not visit her at that time because I was working. (She also worked in Thailand, which I did visit.) It is the 8th of December of 2024, today.

It was raining around noon, cold and clammy. There were eight of us family and friends at Crab Hot Lau, a Vietnamese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I enjoyed the hot tea, having a fruity taste like lychee. The restaurant was crowded this holiday. I really enjoyed the pork wrapped in the leaves of the Piper lolot. My individual order was the Number 8: barbecued pork with vermicelli. I enjoyed also the square crab spring rolls. My mother made mango bars, which she brought to the restaurant for our dessert. Near the restaurant was the Serra Bar Café, a Portuguese establishment. It was the 25th of December of 2024, "Krismas" and the first day of Hanukkah.

I flew from Vancouver to Victoria, and it was a short flight.

After 18:00 on the 15th of April of 2025, on Lulu Island, I walked to Tim Hortons café, there to meditate whilst having an iced coffee with oat milk. Joanne my Ukrainian-descent neighbour popped in to buy a Wild Blueberry Muffin, for her neighbour Eve. With the brown paper bag in her hand, she sat for a moment at my table, and we talked about meditation. I said that I used to go to meditation classes in a Thai Buddhist temple, Wat Yanviriya, when I lived in Vancouver, BC. Joanne said that she meditates every morning, but without formal postures. Joanne is the wife of my friend Rod. Joanne likes astronomy. I like women, and men, of course, who like astronomy. After Joanne exited, by then it was about 19:00; I watched the glow of the sun behind the townhouses outside the bay windows. The sky there was cloudless. There were a few brown men in the café.

Today's the 9th of May of 2025. All day has been grey skies. After morning Iced Coffee with oat milk at Tim Hortons café, I went walking towards the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, just so I could pass by the big tree that looks like a jacaranda tree with purple blooms, but isn't a jacaranda. (The species remind me of South America.) More of the brick-like impressions on the pedestrian have been painted white, not red as I would imagine. Lulu Islanders aren't so fanciful with colours, unlike Vancouver or other cities. I went to the major worship hall, again to admire the fancy colourful stained glass. The crucifix is adorned with white fabric. At the smaller Adoration Chapel, I began to notice on the right front the Virgin Mary statue with the Child statue on her side. In the evening, I returned to the café to enjoy a Green Tea with oat milk, a Blackberry Yuzu Lemonade Quencher, and a Roast Beef Craveable Sandwich. At home, I amused myself with Korean grammar, which was a slight distraction to my core studies of Esperanto and Lojban. With StreetView, I started looking again at the streets in South Korea. Maybe, I will try more of the countryside, as I have done with Thailand. For lunch and dinner at home was noodle dishes.

This 21st of May of 2025 is a sunny, yet cloudy, day. I went walking in the morning to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Iced Coffee with oat milk. The other day, I tried their pink-looking Pineapple Dragon Fruit Frozen Quencher. 'Twas more like icy candy for me! Later in the morning today, I went walking to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road. On the way, I gazed at the big purple-bloom Empress Tree, near Bowcock Road. The blooms are starting to fade. In the big worship hall was a small class of little boys and girls, dressed in uniform, students practicing bowing at the altar and oration at the microphone. They looked like mostly Filipino kids, this time. It reminded of my private school days at La Salle Green Hills in the Philippines. Even then, our liturgical language was also English, as here on Lulu Island. It was despite that our household and street language was Tagalog. In the 1960s, the Church globally changed the liturgical language from Latin to the vernacular language. I remember my Thai Buddhist Temple in Vancouver—Wat Yanviriya. The wonderful liturgical language was Pali. It was the language that made the temple stay magical! We learned meditation, which is what I do in the church on St. Albans Road. I try to go when the big worship hall is mostly empty. At home, I try to learn more Esperanto vocabulary.

It's the 17th of May of 2025. After 13:00, I walked to Tim Hortons café again, there to sip Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. I bought a box of 20 Honey Dip Timbits (donut holes) for family guests tomorrow. There was in the café the familiar Oriental-white hybrid couple, of which the man looked eerily like John Lennon the musician. A trio of familiar teenage mulattoes entered, one of which reminded me of my Jamaican friend, Graeme S., whose uncle was Phil Collins the musician. When I was in university, I and my friends would sometimes visit the West Vancouver house of Graeme's rich Uncle Victor, who was Jewish. Their grand house had a backyard Jacuzzi and a swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. Graeme's uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to China when that country opened up in the 1980s. They brought back with them an ancient-looking stringed instrument. (Incidentally, my Auntie Mila visited China in the 1970s when it was still a forbidden country. Auntie was some kind of administrator for the Philippine Bayanihan dance troupe.)