If you have ever been to Vancouver you know not to walk down east Hastings at night, well i did just that. I saw my first junkie shooting up, he was sitting in a bus shelter. I must have looked out of place because I was approached by a guy who asked if I knew where I was going, he walked with me to another street, that was the first person to warn me about Hastings.
The first night was a little scary, I had nowhere to sleep and was looking for a hostel. All the hostels were all either full or closed for the night. As i was scoping out benches and parks I came across a homeless shelter, the covenant house. They welcomed me in, fed me, i had my first shower in 3 days, it was great. The next day i was fed breakfast and i went on my way. I found a nice little hostel, The American backpackers hostel. It was run by an old Italian man who loved him some Hendrix, he would play it over the loud speakers every morning.
I got myself a bunk and went out to explore the city. The first couple days i was there i would get up in the morning and just walk. I would walk as far as i could everyday, learning the city(in case of zombie invasion i had to know all my options).
At the hostel i met people from all over the world, some living there trying to make money, others visiting for the Olympics, and the odd drunk who just wanted a nice conversation.
With 21 other people from all over the world. 2 Americans and 1 German cheering for the states every one else sporting the red and white, after the golden goal by none other than Crosby the partying didn't stop till the next day. The most amazing thing was the streets, they were packed with cheering Canadians all night. At one point out of nowhere the hundreds of people around me burst out into Oh Canada, it sent shivers down my spine and gives me goosebumps to this day when i think of it.
Things I like
I like to put eggs in my snowballs
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