Day One : Before and There
(I'll try to update often but I only have two days of guaranteed internet)

Thursday August 23^rd

7:07 am

Things that are exactly the same at 9pm and 5:30am in Vancouver

- The sky

- Faint smell of human feces

- Starbucks is open

- You get asked for spare change

- Bus drivers act like dicks

So yes, currently still in Vancouver…such a good reason to blog, no?

This trip has me stressed out of my mind. There are too many unsure variables in where I’m staying, what I’m doing and who’s accrediting me for doing it for me to get too excited. Not to mention the fact that I haven’t been on a proper vacation for like 7 years. That makes it all a bit scary.

I’m already enjoying the store-bought breakfasts though. Breakfast is the first thing you demand not to be bought when you are going about daily life so, bought breakfast always makes me feel like I’m in Versailles or something.

Oh, as a closing note, if you want to declare Jihad on anything do it at 6:30 in the morning. I’ve never passed so quickly through security in my life.

View from Vancouver airport at 7am. Calgary airport tries its hardest to be shrill and annoying (These turn around and make a sound)

I stopped taking photos because a) it's creepy night in Montreal b) it is raining c) I don't like taking photos of architecture d) I don't know how to throw my arm around a statue and take a myspace photo with it.

My hostel is nice. Big. it is very odd. I've taken a few pictures which will be up as soon as possible. It could literally be the set for the movie "hostel" but the rooms are nice and it is secure and near everything.

How's the mingling going you say? Well people don't mingle much here but I made a friend of an Irishman named Aiden mostly based on our surprise at how unhostelly it is and how odd the building is (He is in a completely other wing separated by a fence from me). It went swimmingly. We tried to make friends with others and failed. Also it got awkward when he just assumed I was gay (our hostel is in the middle of the village and I do seem really gay) and I was too polite to correct him. I just had a stutter moment and then silence and we moved on. Watched some Grey's Anatomy.

So...yeah...I assume getting back on the old mingling horse will make things better.

Also, nobody speaks english...I think I'm in the wrong part of town. I ordered Mcdonalds like a damn frenchman though and nobody noticed! Ha! Trio Big Ouest avec Coke indeed.

Tomorrow brings my first full day alone in the city. I'm going to walk a lot. Maybe eat poutine.

later

Cam