In May 2004, one of my best friends and I decided to act upon something we'd been joking about for years, literaly, and travel across Canada (well, a big lateral chunk of it) by land. On a bus. For 72 hours straight.

For some reason, the only camera I decided to use on that trip was a holga.

These two are really just the beginning of the trip. We'd probably been on the bus for a couple hours, at most. All the belongings I had accumulated over the past ten months were in the luggage compartment in a massive hockey bag that had to weigh 50 kilos or more. Well, what can I say, I'm a major pack-rat and I get easily attached to things. Books, especially. People, also, but that's another story.

Right around that point, Highway 1 starts to slowly turn northbound and climb though the Canadian Rockies, which you can already see far away in the distance. Shortly after that, night fell, we switched buses in Kamloops. I don't remember if or where we had dinner, either. By sunrise the next morning, we still hadn't made it past the mountains.

In the Trans Canada Highway photo essay.