Newspaper article Fraser Coast Chronicle (Hervey Bay, Australia)

{Oh, Canada, It's} {Snow Problem.}; {the Olympics Is No Reason to Write Canada off} { as a Holiday Option, Writes Jennifer Chapman}

Newspaper article Fraser Coast Chronicle (Hervey Bay, Australia)

{Oh, Canada, It's} {Snow Problem.}; {the Olympics Is No Reason to Write Canada off} { as a Holiday Option, Writes Jennifer Chapman}

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Byline: Jennifer Chapman

WITH winter sports to dominate television from this weekend - and with news of heavy snowfalls throughout the Northern Hemisphere continuing to pour into Australia - a snowy escape has no doubt flurried into many of our minds.

But if you have also been paying attention to the reports of high hotel prices and overcrowding that will soon be commonplace in British Columbia thanks to the 2010 Winter Olympics, then it is likely you've postponed that Canadian holiday.

But postpone no longer. You don't have to head to Whistler to make the most of the abundant white flakes.

Sit back, relax with some champagne and enjoy snow-laden pine trees from the comfort of the glass-roofed cabin of the Snow Train.

VIA Rail Canada's Snow Train would have to be one of, if not the most, romantic ways to escape the city and enter the country's alluring world of white.

So it was at 8.30pm, after a 14-hour flight from Sydney, and another 13 hours strolling the streets of Vancouver, that my partner and I boarded a silver train to Jasper.

We began the journey with hors d'ouvers and chit-chat with our fellow passengers. But as sleep made eyes heavy we were forced to retire to our double suite with two comfortable single beds pulled down from the wall.

Having our own wash basin and toilet also added to our comfort along with the hot water from the shared carriage shower.

We made up for our early night the following morning by climbing out of bed in time to watch a slow sun rise over frosty mountains through the train windows.

It was beautiful to see the mountains wake up, and watch towns pass in an illuminated blur. The fog turned an iridescent blue and then a cool grey until mid-morning when blue sky broke through high cloud. It was peaceful. Mesmerising.

For breakfast we headed to the dining carriage where tables were dressed in pink and set with polished cutlery and white napkins. I could not resist ordering a Canadian breakfast of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup and a pot of tea to match. …

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