In the year 1981, my girlfriend and I [were] in Ladysmith. We were hitchhiking all over Canada.
On a rainy day, one lady with two young children picked us up.
She took us to her place, and we stayed in her basement.
We had a good meal, and [the] next day, she and her husband showed us around.
We could stay for one more night, and next they drove us to ferry, to Prince Rupert.
Now we are married, and often we think of these beautiful people who were taking care of us, but we lost the address shortly after we left them.
The lady was driving a gremlin car.
Jakob van der Heide