Canada: Five Cities, Five Days

By Alan Muraoka for PASSPORT Magazine
Dusk falls on Vancouver, Canada
Dusk falls on Vancouver, Canada (Justin Lightley/Photographer's Choice/Getty)

Day five brought with it the very profound discovery that no matter how luxurious and opulent your private plane is, you are still dependent on Mother Nature's cooperation. A dense fog and poor visibility prevented our morning departure, and by the time we were cleared for takeoff much of the day was gone. I arrived late to my last stop, Vancouver, British Columbia, and was taken directly to my accommodations at the very gay-savvy Opus Hotel (322 Davie St.; Tel: 604-642-6787). Located in Yaletown, a waterfront area of converted warehouses known as "Vancouver's SoHo," the 96-room Opus offers a boutique hotel experience in a hip, sleek, modern setting where guest-rooms are designed in five distinct "personalities."

After a quick perusal of my "Fresh and Provocative" suite, I grabbed a taxi and headed to C Restaurant (1600 Howe St.; Tel: 604-681-1164), an award-winning seafood spot that features the mastery of Executive Chef Robert Clark. C Restaurant is a participant in the "Ocean Wise" Initiative, which encourages restaurants to provide sustainable seafood dishes and to remove endangered seafood from their menus. As I dined, I felt like I was doing something good for the environment. The hustle and bustle of the previous five days finally caught up with me.

I returned to the Opus, filled my extra-deep bathtub, and reclined to ruminate on the whirlwind of this Canada trip. I was privy to the diversity of climate and terrain that this wonderful country has to offer, and traversed the extremes from wilderness to metropolis. Plus I got to suck a human toe! Even though I couldn't find a Mountie, my crush on Canada was still intact. I realized that I could have a wonderful time here without the five star accommodations and the big Jackie O sunglasses, but there was definitely one advantage to being a jet setter that made me grateful. There is no luggage weight limit on a private jet, so I wasn't charged an extra $50 for all of the tiny soaps and shampoos that I was carting home.

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Published: 11 Aug 2008 | Last Updated: 1 Apr 2011
Details mentioned in this article were accurate at the time of publication


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