Although late in posting this experience, I visited Kelowna BC almost two weeks ago now, when the the first so called vaccine passports were issued via and the QRcodes were introduced. I needed to sell some assets that were no longer useful to me and could turn into cash.
I traveled by bus (I no longer drive for any distances, I find my reactions slower, due to an autoimmune disease) it was pretty smooth, (just some health related questions) and of course the mandatory mask wearing.
On the way, I traveled through the wildfire torn areas of Monte Creek, Westwold and Falkland, it was bizarre looking at chard streaks of charcoal, sticking up from the ground, that were once living and viable trees. There was a container, in a field, with black letters on the side it read Government Arson. A little further along the route, there was a heavy smell of marijuana permeating the bus, I looked over and it looked like maybe an acre or more of what could only be a government authorized marijuana growing plantation.
So I arrived in Kelowna, before 0900 most eating places not available to me. I needed a smoke and coffee, the bus left at 0615 so needed some caffeine to fuel my day. I found a grocery nearby, that served starbucks, I couldn't go into another place for obvious reasons. I found a bench to sit on to have a quite smoke and sip my coffee, then low and behold, I saw two people man and woman patrolling the street, dressed in black pants, new and creased jackets (possibly, could have been purchased prior to the Vaxxx passport event, who knows) they had walkie talkie strapped to the belt of their pants, and I noticed a pouch, could be a container for those plastic wrist restraints. On the back of the jacket was Kelowna city council or something like that. community patrol. I noticed a bylaw car cruising and also a police car parked in a sidestreet. Bearing in mind that there were expected demonstrations scheduled outside the hospital protesting the vaxx mandates, for healthcare workers.
Well I was approached by at least two or three people asking for a cigarette, I told them it was my last one, who knows they could have stolen my purse or wallet if I had given them one. But the most strange encounter of all, to my mind was a a woman, between the age of 30-40 difficult to tell she had white long grey shoulder length hair, she looked clean, and well presented, she was dressed in blue jeans that had the fashionably torn areas on the pant legs and top coordinated in blue. She approached me and asked me for a cigarette, I gave her my answer. Honestly I have never seen anything like it, she turned away, in robotic form, walking like slow motion, one foot after another, not like the normal gait of a person, hands down by her sides, not swinging, just like a zombie, no expression on her face, very strange, I remarked about this to my friend.
Another rather humorous observation, maybe not, There was an elderly man, in a motorized wheelchair, with a cardboard sign placed in his lap, homeless, needs money, well this made me think, how could a homeless man recharge a motorized wheelchair, it was large, and with my experience would cost several thousand dollars. if he was homeless, how would he recharge the wheelchair. It would be rife for pilfering in a homeless center in and uncertain and unpredictable economy, maybe he needed to supplement his government income, who knows.
So I gravitated to the lake shore and the tourist center, I like the water, it calms. I saw a young man looking over the lake, his hands clasped to his chest (I say young around late 30's, young to my mind) he gave the appearance he was praying. I heard him utter at one point, he would not be scared off by a cold. He noticed my presence, I said the usual niceties, good morning loovely day, which it was. and we struck a guarded conversation. After (sometimes age is an advantage) we developed a modicum of trust, in our conversation, he informed he was a Phd professor non tenured, he called the university in which he worked as a cesspit of nepotism. his course was the influence of technology on Art. He informed he had five classes cut from his curriculum and now only teaches one course in a virtual setting (could be his stance on vaccination, we never discussed, he was cautious). He told me it was impossible to give personal instruction when one has a class of as many of 150 virtual students.
He also informed that tuition fees were increased this fall semester, and that classes for the most part were now virtual, I heard this from another source concerning UBC. So all those vaccine mandates for young students to be vaxxed, were not necessary, talk about coercion. He also informed me he had attended board meetings, students, who come for learning and higher education, were not referred to as students, but as customers. He said, yes there are young people that are glued to the TV and play video games, but there is a segment of his young students, that are awake and aware, they can see behind the curtain (my words), he voiced he does have some hope for the future, thanks to these young people. I cannot remember the words, I spoke to him, but he seemed calmer, and I hope I helped in his distressing time.
Anyways, my journey home, It stopped at the airport to pick up passengers. I noticed a marquee, outside the entrance to the departure building all waiting to receive the good to go, from the PCR test, very sad. On another note, when I got back to the bus station, I wanted a bottle of water, I tried using coins, and was told, it only accepts the QRcode, by the way, the snack machine full of salty snacks, would accept coins.
Sorry for this ;long monologue, but this is how my reality looked on that day, and the dystopian future that we are living in. Thanks for taking the time to read. After wearing a mask for several hours, at the end of the day, I was brain numbed and exhausted, my healthcare friend, also agreed, she told me she was wiped at the end of the day.