A completely normal desire of a human being to belong, to be a part of a certain group, however, sometimes acquires traits of a radicalism where one does all possible to be a part of a group appealing to him, and later to protect his privilege meaning that only that style, that group deserve respect and appreciation.
Just yesterday I watched the video my sister-in-law created on ten days of our driving through Vancouver Island. Some moments already dared to escape my memory, thus it was a necessary refreshment before I would write down the itinerary that hopefully would be helpful to other travellers. Watching that video made me wonder whether I would change anything in our routes, and I did not find such a desire in my mind.
If there would be only one piece of advice I would be allowed to share from a ten days trip to Vancouver Island, I would not hesitate to suggest you take a yellow raincoat. I mean, it could be a red one. Could be any other colour, but as I walked on the shore, shaking, wrapping myself into a beach towel, and drowning in my husband’s hoodie, I thought of my utterly useful, waterproof and charming Helly Hansen yellow coat. Oh, what a pity! Oh, how well it would fit into the realities of the dismal day by the ocean! I also missed my rubber boots. Yet, the raincoat would be something I would start with packing a suitcase.
The island astonished and concurred my whole being. My imagination simply obeyed and could only hope to grasp all the beauty that surrounded it. The place is unrestrained. I had an intrusive feeling that it was as if the island generously was allowing people to live there, as long as harmony with nature, that lush greenery and the wild ocean is treasured.