What’s going on?
Oh no. You don’t know what the fuck a BC is. Maybe you are from Taipei. Or Timbuktu. Perhaps Toronto. In short, a foreigner. Understandable. For your sake, here is a run-down, so you can feel smarter about yourself after a minute or so. Thank God you can read English.
(If you are from BC, but you’re here because you just woke up, or you’re stoned or something, here are some phrases you might recognize, to remind you of your place of residence: Starbucks’ at Robson and Thurlow. Wreck Beach. Vansterdam. David Suzuki. Pirate Pak.)
This is a blog of pretty pictures from a little province called British Columbia. If you are from Taipei, Timbuktu, or Toronto, you may not have heard of it (especially if you are from Toronto). It’s located on the western coasts of Canada; if the Pacific Ocean is our BFF, Japan is our FWB. On the left is fish and whales and stuff. On the right are cows, mountains, and a lacklustre NHL franchise. The capital is Victoria - which cheats on Japan with England, the dirty strumpet - a city of beautiful gardens, tea, and the elderly. The largest city is Vancouver, which lies nestled in the Lower Mainland in the southwestern corner of the province. Vancouver repeatedly battles with Zurich, Vienna, and Geneva for the most livable city in the world, depending on who you ask (clearly no one asked Toronto). In Vancouver, they eat salmon, sushi, and butter chicken on the same plate - BC is the poster child for “fusion” - and work hard, play hard is the name of the game. Vancouver is bordered by the ocean to the west, mountains to the north, and patriotism to the south. If you go east you’ll find horses, farms, rednecks on ATVs, more mountains, and then, if you go far enough, a desert. It’s actually a lot like the path Frodo took in the Lord of the Rings; in fact, you could reach Mordor Osoyoos in less time than it takes you to watch the damn trilogy.
And that’s just a tiny slice of the province. If you want to know more, read about it yourself on Wikipedia. I also suggest this fantastic guide, which sounds funny until your Canadian friends demonstrate how disturbingly accurate it is.
The pictures on this blog are sourced from wherever I feel like looking. As a result, most of these images are not mine - but some of them are. If you are the owner of an image and you would like it removed, please contact me and it will be taken down. We would like to encourage as much community interaction as possible so by all means, please submit your photos. Rules are on the submission page. Occasionally we will embed a video, but the emphasis lies on photographs.
This is the only place where you’ll see more text than is really necessary. If you knew what this province looks like, you’ll understand why the primary mode of communicating information on Fuck Yeah, BC is via pictures. And that’s what they are there for. There are places for talking - a lot - but here is not one of them. Aesthetically speaking, we don’t want to diminish the beauty of this place with words. That’s where you come in, though. It’s your job to disseminate these pictures like your life depended on it. And you should talk about them, too. How else would you describe to everyone you know just how lucky we are?
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