Ladner

Ladner was the perfect place to escape the busy city buzz. The Delta fishing village was located between Vancouver and the U.S. border.

Cam Thanh Fishing Village

On a hike to Cam Thanh, drying palm fronds lay either side of the road to be woven into a roof or circular boat. Alleyways led to the water’s edge where fishing boats lay idle. The landscape reminded me of Kerala as I approached Nypa Wetlands. Only the sound of a rooster’s crow broke the silence.

Goose Cove’s labrador tea

 

South of St Anthony’s lay what looked like a typical coastal fishing village. There was a trail over rocky terrain where a couple gazed at the sea where whales danced.

The fishing village of Howth

This seaside-fishing village was where I first thought to stay, away from busy Dublin. I wandered along the pebbly beach after my long hike, arriving at the marina where fishing boats idled in the warmth of the summer sun.

Malta’s Marsaxlokk fishing village

Marsaxlokk was a fishing village on the southern end of Malta and just as I’d been drawn to a fishing village on my Hong Kong visit, here I was again, wanting to explore this place for the same reason.

Escape to Ecuador’s Crucita

For some reason you’ll never guess, ha, I couldn’t stand to stay another day in Canoa. I whizzed out of that beach resort and bused to Crucita south of San Vicente right on the coast.

Tai O Fishing Village

While already on Lantau Island, I decided to journey over to Tai O Fishing Village. These kinds of places attracted me because I’d grown up with a father who, had he had his wish, would probably have wanted to fish for a living.