I met “Trippy” along the sea wall on day as he cooked eggs and bacon in a fry pan over a small wood fire. The story goes Trippy was with the cirque du soleil as a trapeze artist when he took a bad spill and started doing drugs in order to get the courage to get back up on the trapeze. He’s now been living in Stanley Park for seven years. I would see Trippy every other day and we would hang out on a street corner or a parking lot and shoot the breeze, after a couple weeks of this I would look forward to seeing him and our chats.
Ryan has been living on the streets of Vancouver of two years now and suffers from by polar.
Lost and forgotten – Evidence of a past camp hangs in the forest.
A not so pretty side of the homeless problem. I found this garage pile in the heart of Stanley Park.