Vancouver

Flown halfway around the globe, and yet the snow is melting here and there. Our Swiss road trippers torture their aged motorhome over the mountain passes of British Columbia one last time in the Canadian spring. They reap what are probably the last powder shots of their Canadian ski season with a sigh of "goodbye winter".

Fog. Gray, dreary weather, long faces. Everyone absorbed in themselves. Welcome to the bus heading to the University of British Columbia in Vancouver. Unlike the many students, however, it is supposed to take Michi and me to the "Museum of Anthropology". Museum of Anthropology? Never heard of it! And anyway, what does this have to do with our sport of powder skiing?