Last March I went to Bali to lead a yoga retreat. It is a FAR and LONG flight from Costa Rica and required some stopovers. The first layover on the way there was in Vancouver. The way back, Kuala Lumpur. To my great luck I stumbled on two of the best, comfiest, sweetest, most homey gems of boutique accommodations one could ask for.
In Vancouver I stayed at the Corkscrew Inn. This place boast quirkiness and character on character like I’ve never seen. An old victorian home in the quaint and quiet Kitsilano neighborhood of Vancouver, it is accessible and walkable to beaches, restaurants, bars, cafes and public transport to anywhere. Each room is inspired by a particular corkscrew. The owner, a collector of corkscrews, eventually amassed such a huge array that he even built a small museum in the inn’s basement. The inn keepers were kind, the breakfast was hardy and my room had the most amazing tub waiting for me to have a bubbly soak. I was even given a corkscrew as a parting gift when I left.