With files from our token office Aussie Sabrina Kluba.
While it may sit on—literally—the other side of the world, Vancouver is a great place for Australians to travel/move to, and vice-versa for Vancouverites.
The close proximity to the Pacific Ocean, the generally friendliness of complete strangers, its panoramic landscapes, and affinity for grabbing a pint all contribute to its familiar feel.
Nevertheless there are a few things that are a clear contrast for Australians living on the West Coast.
Here’s a few struggles that you’ll only know if you’re an Aussie living in Vancouver.
Either give me a middy, a schooner, or a pint, and get lost with this sleeve nonsense.
If I can get four pints out of a jug of beer, those glasses aren’t nearly big enough!
Those 9 oz. wine glasses come back with a vengeance the next morning. Might as well have just split the bottle.
Granted, there are some good spots in Vancouver that offer coffee that can be considered actual coffee, but they are too few and far between.
North American’s love their brunch, but I’ll stick to calling any meal before lunch brekkie, please and thank you. Vancouver is also quite lacking in avo toasts and breakfast buddha bowls, it seems.
It’s just so… crispy. And salty. And two small strips should not be considered a legitimate source of protein for a breakfast plate!
I get that it’s colder this far north, but breaking out the shorts and flip flops as soon as the sun shows its face is a tad aggressive.
That’s not to say you’re all fit to get behind the wheel on a racetrack, but compared to Sydney? Not bad in the least.
Seriously, grocery stores, stock up. There’s a lot of Australians in Vancouver, and supply has got to meet demand.
What do they have to do to those poor cows to make it that colour?
Sorry, barista/takeout delivery cashier/sandwich shop clerk, but asking for a tip on that 10 second exchanging of funds for goods is just not going to fly.
Never having to do the mental math in your head, or accidentally paying for the three extra drinks that your mate’s mate ordered (who said he would “get you back.” Sure you will, pal) because you can just ask for separate bills is entirely fine by my books.
Who put them there? Have they always been there? There’s no way that placement is natural. Wouldn’t you prefer just, you know, SAND on your beaches?
It’s like the shorts and sandals thing all over again. Except in only swim shorts. And surrounded by ice water. Seriously, just wait until it warms up a bit!
You’ve got to love a city that is so water-locked it doesn’t even have the option to expand it’s downtown outwards. Everything is within walking distance!
How am I supposed to get any work done when I can glance outside and stare at those gigantic green mountains?