VANCOUVER - Arrival

I really must figure out a new way of doing my headlines - the location is going to be pretty samey from now on. Or maybe I won't. It makes things look exotic.

So, yes, Canada. After a thoroughly enjoyable if somewhat uncomfortable flying experience (sitting in the middle of the three seater section is really no good if you like the experience of moving your legs once in a while) I hit the pretty coasts of the North Shore once again. At the moment I still feel like something of a traveler. I'm relying, once again, on the boundless kindnesses of the Stuarts and living, as usual, out of my backpack. I have, however, bought my first new Canadian clothing. A big, wooly jumper. Because it is *freezing* wandering around at night. Also, I've done my first stint of right hand driving. Doubly fun because it's also my first experience outside a tiny European style car. It's rather like how I imagine dislexia to feel. You know where you think the car should be going, but your brain is looking at the situation in the opposite to how it should be. And even when you sort that out, there's still the matter of a sluggish beast to maneuver.


Me! In Canada! Excitement!

Once the apartment is found (and, for my Canadian readers, any useful hints as to available North Shore pads would be greatly appreciated) and the work is started I shall begin to feel a little less hobo and a little more Canadian. All this will gradually occur in the next few weeks. Having had a few months not needing to go far to meet my living and transport needs I've reminded myself that, although I much enjoy the traveling lifestyle, it does come at the price of some mental comfort. For now I'll relax on someone else's sofa, with their cats and figure out what I'm going to do with the youth group tomorrow. Currently I have a piece of paper with the words "eat pizza" heavily underlined.