Pride Parade in New Westminster, Canada

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Saturday August 16, 2025 was culmination of Pride Week in New West, and traditionally there was a very popular parade. Unlike the huge march in Vancouver with floats and thousands of people marching long route through the city – in West the parade is a parade of the entire downtown core and whoever wants to come. I was glad that it was extended all the way to the old train station building (a popular restaurant for many years now). Back in the day it was a short two blocks of partying and dancing between 4th and 6th Streets. Nowadays it takes the entire length of the street from 4th by the Queens Hotel to 8th by the old tran station. There was no march but just folks mingling with each other and multitude of kiosks offering trinkets, food, drinks, fun games, information booths, There were stages for dance music, stages for performances. Loads and lots of fun – simple. And thousands of people showed up. Met quite a few old friends back from my time, when I lived on the other side of the river, in Surrey. They were grayer, older – but still kicking the butts, LOL. Among them the organizers of the parades in New West and in Holland Park in Surrey, where I first get to know them personally and chatted with them many times. They are still doing the same here, although Surrey no longer does big event for gay community. I think that was at that time in Surrey’s Holland Park I met first time Jeremy Perry, who was still single guy at that time (or was it in the old Heritage Pub in New West and in Surrey we just simply met and chatted – can’t remember that now). Jeremy is now happily married but still works hard for the community in New West. Great guy.

Voila – the guys who works their butts out for years for the community:

… and in New West, 2025 – thank you guys. And Jeremy, where is he? On the picture of course, with me next to him, in the same park in Surrey and the same year 2014.

I will start with few picture prior to the actual parade to show you the hard work organizers and vendors and very friendly (and handsome, always thought that the New West cops very the best dressed and looking in entire Greater Vancouver – seriously had a crush on them, LOL) police officers, who wore very nice badges special badges for that occasion.

and slowly the street filled out with people …

Hidden gems of West Vancouver shoreline

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Continuing my explorations and re-visiting old familiar places, I went the other day to the picturesque Old Marine Drive. Used to like to take it for the vistas it offered while passing many coves. Was shocked (or sad?) how much the cove with the marina has changed. There was not even half the amount of yachts and boats in the older days. It was actually tranquil. Not so much anymore – au contraire.

But I never really stopped in previous years to explore the shoreline more acutely. I think once I was intrigued if you could observe the ferry passing on its way from Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo. I hardly ever took that route, it was just easier (and less busy at that time) to take one from my home terminal in Tsawwassen. However, I did take often the small ferry to Bowen Island – my Mom just loved it over there. We would put lot of snacks and some food to the cooler, and would take a little propane stove and she would be happy on that little last beach facing the Howe Sound. There were so many black and salmon berries there – incredible. I would swim and fish there too, and mom cooked the fresh fish. She really loved it there.

I was going to take that little ferry again now, but the timing was not good. One just left and the other would have been too late to have time to truly enjoy the visit. Therefore exploration of the shoreline was in order. And I did what I could, starting with Whytecliff Park. Never knew there was such a maze of rocky trails with unpararelled vistas of the Salish Sea.

Next was, unknown to me before, little marvel cove called Caulfeild Cove. There is a monument there to the memory of on British vice count Francis William Caulfeild, who at end of his career v-ce was appointed the rank of Admiral of Royal Navy and served during the 1 world war under the British Imperial ensign. As far as I could search from British Office his bio, he was neither very successful commander nor liked by his crews and got the distinction in Admiralty only at the end of his active career, so he would not command a ship anymore and do more damage, LOL. Having a British Peerage (due to his aristocratic birth) called for such military title though.

However – the cove by his name is a true and true marvel to explore. Highly recommend. Be careful though during rain – rocks are very high and could be very slippery.

Lynn Valley and Canyon in West Vancouver

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Located between two mountains, Mount Fromme and Mount Seymour, it is a gem of wilderness, long wooded trails, and a breathtaking canyon. The suspension bridge acts as magnet for many hikers, specially with kids – hiding the fear of the ,moving’ bridge and wild white water cascading below adds the extra thrill that everyone seeks from time to time. Mind you, they have made the bridge nowadays wider and more stable, and I am not sure if it was good idea. If you were able to walk the long trail to get to that bridge, than regardless of age you shouldn’t have any problems with traversing the old bridge. Anyhow, whats done is done.

I just love the old giants in the forest, covered with thing dangling green moss that looks like huge mustaches and beards.

Swimming in the fast moving waters is not for everybody but there are definitely spots were access is possible. With me left leg still not healed from the accident it was difficult to get across the big underwater boulders to these waters for a swim. But I did. And the swim in this gorgeous water was heaven. Here are some photeys of our trek there:

Sunshine Coast allure – Czar Słonecznego Wybrzeża

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Onegdaj. ledwie kilka tygodni temu przyleciały z wizytą do Vancouveru dwie przemiłe dziewczyny, mama z córką – Elżbieta i Zuzanna. Przyleciały pobyć z mieszkającym tu synem, moim przyjacielem. I spędzili razem dwie kilkudniowe wycieczki na zaczarowanym Sunshine Coast – pod namiotem, pod gwiazdami. Ich opowieści, zdjęcia stamtąd, moja pamięć tego miejsca taki obrazek mi wymalowały. Spisałem go, bo piórem lepiej chyba władam niż pędzelkiem.

Ognisko

dedykuję Elżbiecie i Zuzannie

Tetmajerowsko tak jakby?
Chmury, grzbiet i granie skalne?
Niech tam nawet! Ja, ona, on, ty.
Kosmos pędzi bezustannie.

Jak halny po stokach, grzbietach;
od ust do ust, śmiechu, szlochu,
na pędzących gdzieś kometach
sypie ziarno nam po trochu.

My, śmieszne ptaki historii,
dziobiemy te okruchy roześmiani,
zapłakani, przerażeni, zachwyceni.
W górach, chmurach i na ziemi.
Bośmy jednak trafem losu ciągle
do niej przytroczeni, zamyśleni …

Wieloryby nam śpiewają
gdzie cykady noca grają,
iskra zrywa się do lotu
tak zwyczajnie, bez warkotu
autobusów, samolotów.
Posiedzimy jeszcze chwilę
przy gasnącym już ognisku,
by spamiętać chociaż tyle
zanim zniknie wszystko w błysku.

_{/Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski, Kanada, sierpień 2025/}

Moody Park – stary znajomy

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Są parki wielkie, obszerne, z kilometrowymi alejami. Parki, które naprawdę poznać zajmuje kilka dni, kilka wizyt. I są parki lokalne, sąsiedzkie, gdzie emeryci spotykają się na pogawędkę, ploteczki: młode mamy i tatusiowie ciągną swoje dzieciarnie na trochę gimnastyki, bieganie. Coś w rodzaju utworzonego prawie ledwie wczoraj placu zabaw w starym, uroczym Parku Ujazdowskim Warszawie … choć przyznaję, że lęk mnie ogarnia czy nie jest to zbyt dużym ‘decybelowym obciążeniem’ tego uroczego parku, gdzie właśnie cisza i spokój daje taką oazę dla skołatanych dusz. Eh, robię się zgryźliwym starcem, może? LOL.

Wracając do granicy między New Westminster a Burnaby, do Moody Park. Administracyjnie leży całkowicie w granicach New West, między Ósmą i Dziewiątą Aleją (łatwy dojazd z centrum New West autobusami nr. 108 i 106). Szerokie alejki, bez silnych wzniesień. Dużo ławek samodzielnych i stołów drewnianych na grupowe spotkania. Uroczym i mądrze pomyślanym jest niewielki odkryty basen dla dzieciarni, ale i dla dorosłych (dwie oddzielone od basenu głównego linie do pływania szybszego i głębszego). Ewenementem kompletnie nie z tej strasznie drogiej planety, jaką jest Wielki Vancouver są … ceny wstępu. Dwa dolary od łepka, obojętnie czy z loczkami dziecięcym, czy bez jakichkolwiek loczków lub koloru białego, LOL. Brawo dla Rady Miejskiej – bo dwa dolary to prawdziwie przystępna cena dla każdego.

Ten park lubiłem i przed wielu laty i John lubił tu ze mną na spokojne spacery przyjeżdżać jeszcze, gdy mieszkaliśmy w Burnaby, na Capitol Hill. Więc bliski memu sercu. Niżej kilka fotek.

Stanley Park – trasa rowerem. Trasa powrotów i powitań.

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Myślałem długo, po kilkakrotnych już spacerach w tym parku, czym dla mnie on jest. Czy jest faktycznie jednym z wielu na świecie, które uwielbiam i podziwiam? Jak Hyde Park londyński, berliński Tiergarten, warszawskie Łazienki. I jednak nie. Nie jest jednym z wielu. Nie mogę go postawić nawet na emocjonalnej wadze obok innych, wspaniałych parków vankuwerskich: Central Park, Park Królowej Elżbiety, czy rozkwiecony VanDusen.

Stanley Park ma dla mnie zupełnie inny wymiar emocjonalny, personalny. Jest jedyny, niepowtarzalny. I możliwe, że dlatego, że łączy się z najbliższymi, którzy ze mną tam chodzili. Głównie z moją Mamą, która go szczerze kochała też, rozumiała, słyszała, jak mówi, śpiewa. John naturalnie też ze mną tam bywał, ale aż tak blisko nie był z nim zżyty. Byłem tu z moimi siostrami kilkakrotnie, byłem z Damiankiem moim. Ale tylko Mama rozumiała moje uczucia do tego parku i obdarowała go swoimi

Przed wyjazdem na stałe i już po śmierci Mamy, właśnie tam pojechałem na spacer pożegnalny. Długi bardzo spacer. Odwiedzałem najbardziej bliskie miejsca, personalne zakamarki tego wielkiego królestwa flory. Rozmawiałem z nimi, dotykałem rękoma, obejmowałem wzrokiem.

Pamiętam przed wielu laty wielką wichurę, kiedy Park zamknięto ze względów bezpieczeństwa, a prasa i telewizja mówiły o powalonych olbrzymach i okrutnych zniszczeniach. Natychmiast tam pojechałem , zaparkowałem dalej i pobiegłem w knieje. Nie, nie był powalony na kolana, nie był śmiertelnie ranny. Ale zniszczenia były poważne. Przedzierałem się przez ściany leżących olbrzymów … i płakałem dotykając ich gałęzi, głaszcząc ich korę. I odżył.

Teraz, kiedy po latach wróciłem, jak syn marnotrawny na swoja ‘ojcowiznę’ , pierwsze kroki też tam skierowałem. Dziś wróciłem objechać go, jak dawnymi laty robiłem też, rowerem. Nie żadnym elektrycznym, a normalnym, mechanicznym. Takim, jaki wtedy miałem i który mi służył potem wyśmienicie w Nowej Szkocji.

Rower odebrałem w centrum Vancouveru, przejechałem wzdłuż bogatego, nowoczesnego wybrzeża, mijając przystanie jachtów. A potem, potem znajoma trasa brzegowa mojego parku. Pomachałem ręką siedzącej na kamieniu syrence w tym samym miejscy (tłumaczono mi kiedyś, że to nie syrenka, że nie ma ogona, tylko nogi – bzdura, jak siedzi nad wodą to ma nogi, jak nocą spływa do fjordu to zakłada ogon, ot i wszystko), przywitałem się ze wzruszeniem z zamienionym w głaz pięknym Indianinem o imieniu Siwash, wypłukałem nogi w falach zatoki. To była zaiste piękna wycieczka. I tak, Park i drzewa gadały do mnie znów. Pozdrawiały, jakbym nigdy nie wyjechał …

The sea and the city

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

The beauty and the beast? Not necessarily, the two very different solitudes offer both: the mundane and the beautiful.

The other day an escape by dusk to Crescent Beach in South Surrey. Not the first one this year, and hopefully not the last one. The clothed and clothed optional beaches there are a think to admire and very different at different times of the day – low or high tide. Seems like a wilderness, but very rocky and a train track right above the stretch of waterfront makes it perhaps not tranquil to all. But there is also a true beauty in the view of beauty of naked human body. No, not only the very young, muscular and shapely. Human body is beautiful in all fragile forms – from very young to truly old. Without the foreign coverings of clothing – it shines in own natural radiance of vulnerability.

… and then, there is a city. New Westminster pier along the Fraser River. A living organism, too. Like sea and human body could be old or shiny new; opulent and crumbling old; showing the tooth of time and vision of tomorrow. Which one is better or more true to it’s own destiny? We don’t know. For we are only judges of our own time and epoch.

My Canada – A Tribute

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

VANCOUVER

My Canada from ocean to an ocean, from the shores of Atlantic to the shores of Pacific, from Halifax to Vancouver. My Canada intrinsically tied to my John, our Love; his gift to me. Through our meeting and romantic story straight form the pages of Petrarka ‘Beatrice”, from the ancient lovers of Greeks and Macedonians, of Mesopotamians, of Sumerians.

Would I have loved thee if I never met John? Likely, for what there is not to love about thee, Canada? But it would have never consumed me as much, would have never made me such a fervent and ardent lover of this country. My personal private love of John’s Canada for ever etched in my soul and mind.

Halifax Atlantic Fleet

Let’s start with were it all begin in earnest, from our first own home belonging only to us. We met and fell in love almost on the slopes of towering peaks of Rocky Mountain. But it wasn’t till 1994 when we came here, to Greater Vancouver to start a new life in our first own apartment – our Home. On Capitol Hill in North Burnaby. But truly – for us here it is just one big Vancouver. A galery past and recent pictures of that amazing city on the shores of Pacific.

I just noticed that most of the pictures are of people much more than places … . But it is true – it is the people dear or important to you that makes a place – Home. A true home. Where you ar not a tourist, you belo g there, you are IT. My family, dear friends from work and my art promotor activities with poets, actors, musicians from Canada and Poland.

and Atlantic with Halifax – where it all begun for Canada, for entire North America de facto.

Thus end my own journey across the continent, from West to East, and back to West. My Journey of Love, love gifted to me by my own personal love, John. He was, still is in some way, my love to Canada, love of Canada. It begun some odd forty years ago. It didn’t change, it grew stronger perhaps. In a world of growing tensions, being ripped apart, sold to the highest bidder by two megalomaniacs, one from New York and Florida, other from murderous shadows of Kremlin – this country remained true to it’s Canadian core: polite, smiling, carrying. My Canada – a gift that I received from John. Gift of love to good, country, good people. Caring – as he was.

Capitol Hill, Burrard Inlet and Confederation Park

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

It is continuation of my journey back in time, to the late 90ties of previous century. To the time me and John arrived to BC from Alberta and lived on Capitol Hill there. We were young, in love and the city had such a cosmopolitan taste to it.

From the very top of the Hill, right at the end of our street, there was a forest and a trail I have taken many times toward the Confederation Park. But before I got to the Park, I used to walk there through trails less travelled, wild actually. At the end of these wild overgrown trails I had a secret, invisible to most, narrow access to the shore. I used to call it ‘beach’, but truth being told – it wasn’t a beach at all, just a very rocky outpost, surrendered by rusty and cement relics of an old industrial activity from many years ago. But it always offered me tranquil time to think, relax, sunbath at times. To observe the busy fjord in it’s full glory, and the North and East Vancouver on the opposite shore. It is amazing how busy the fjord is commercially – pipes and pumping stations to transfer the oil from tankers, pleasure crafts. But mostly the industrial, the heavy lifting so to speak, often not noticed by a typical visitor-tourist.

In fact not that much has changed. The Inlet still is a ‘working horse’ for the economy of this region. Just in a more cleaner, efficient way then in the old days. But rusted scraps are visible in that wild shore everywhere.

Maybe first just a few photos from my way toward Capitol Hill via very long walk along the Nanaimo Street in East Vancouver.

…. and the Hill and shore

… from there I wen back to civilization (why I don’t know, LOL) to lovely Confederation Park. It did change a lot, too. Back in my time it was mainly just a vast green space, lots of benches to sit, group of old Italian guys playing bocci in the dirt. Now there are sport fields and tracks for running everywhere, huge sport and aquatic pavilion, and the old Italian guys are gone, too …

Wawa called me from New West and offered to pick me up by car. I can’t say that I wasn’t happy to have this boy as my dear friend (I know that he is rather grown up man – but being my friend he has to put up with me calling him a ‘boy’, LOL). My age gives one some level of impunity from punishment, ha ha ha. By the time he called I was exhausted and my legs (not just the injured one, but both) just had enough. But now that I had a car and driver – why going home?! Of course we went up Hasting, turned on the north side of Burnaby Mountain toward Port Moody and visited a narrow, old beach on the very narrow part of the fjord. I used to come to that beach many a times and swim in the very deep and rather fast moving water. That was an icing on the top of the cake of my long escapade. after that – just a pleasant chat and drive home (in Wawa’s car, naturally).

The entire day, just like the previous day, stirred a lot of memories of the best years of my private life.

Here is the visit to that narrow strip of Burrard Inlet.