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I found out in the morning that one of the German girls had been thrown out because she brought somebody who was previously staying at the hostel back to the hostel. She was at another one down the road. It was my last day so I had to sort my shit out and put it in the locker. I had breakfast, had a shower, when I was all sorted I checked out. I hanged around the café for a bit, chatting to the German girl who had been thrown out. I quite liked her, she was a nice person and very good looking in an alternative sort of way. I stupidly forgot all her details, I was sure I added her on Facebook but when I went to have a look, it was clear I hadn't. Saleh appeared with Ian so I went off with them for a bit. I said goodbye to the German and went off. Saleh was so excited to show me this make shift hut he made on the beach out of logs and drift wood. It was a pretty cool house if you are a tramp. It has shelter from the elements and is pretty strong. Strong enough to jump up and down on. The only downside was, that it gets used by the crack heads and for people to shoot up heroin so there are pipes and needles on the floor. On the plus side there is a blanket and cushions. Time was ticking away, my flight was this evening and I had to get to the airport. My whole travelling adventure was coming to end. I spent the rest of the afternoon with Saleh, Ian had to sort something out. He wanted to get a trike and convert it into a mobile photography studio. His friend converted a trike into a mobile DJ booth and he wanted to go along with him to take photographs of club goers. On the way to the waterfront, we found a bike that would come in very handy. We waited around for the owner of it. Everybody knows everybody else round here. They all knew who the owner was. Is was parked outside a hostel for the homeless. When the owner came out she looked fucked. She was a reformed crack head who got really into working out and was very muscular and masculine. I don't know if Ian ever got the bike. Me and Saleh went to a bar to meet Ian, Saleh took his bike in but got told to remove it. He went outside for a smoke and I went out with the pint glass. We were sharing a pint, I couldn't be bothered to buy one. I had to get back to the hostel, get my things and go to the airport. My flight was in a few hours and I needed to get there and check in. Goodbye Saleh, Goodbye Ian, you both and Vancouver will be missed. I had such a bad time that ended in joy. I got my things, got on the sky line and went to the airport. I checked in, went to wait at the gate. Watched a film on my laptop, where some stupid old man tripped over my laptop cable. I don't know why he walked right where he did, but he did. I got tapped on the shoulder and it was the Danish girl from the hostel. She was on my flight to London to get an onwards flight back to Copenhagen. The flight was called. We boarded. She wasn't sitting any where near me so we said goodbye. Then got on the plane.

I went to a park called 'Crab Park' with Saleh. It had a great view of the mountains and the city skyline. It was a really relaxed park with a bandstand in the middle that I could tell saw a lot of use. We spent the days wondering the streets. They showed me some cool hidden parts of town. Even if it was just a street or a sign, it was always something interesting and worth seeing. I just chilled at the park all day, went wondering around and ended up back at the hostel to have some food. I met the boys in the bar downstairs along with another couple of guys who work in the café. This part of Vancouver is amazing, its full of young cool people all with similar interests in art, music, books, films everything you can think of. I met some other people from the hostel in the bar and we started drinking pitcher after pitcher. It wasn't long before we were all quite drunk. The bar closed so we all went up to the common area in the hostel to continue drinking there. The strange person I mention was there. He randomly came and sat next to us in the bar downstairs and followed us up to the common area. He just sat staring and not saying anything. We thought it was polite to ask how he was doing, his name etc.. I'll be fucked if I knew what he was saying. I had no idea what language he was talking. He was so quiet and mumbling and speaking gibberish. He was about as weird as they come, I didn't fell comfortable around him. He started talking and then wouldn't shut up. He claimed to be of Native American descent, then said he was half Danish half German. For him was a bad move as two of the girls with us were German and a girl and a guy were Danish. Who was this buffoon. Interfering in our fun. Get out of here you nut! Of course none of us said anything like that, we were too polite. He stayed there. The rest of them went to club, I went to bed.

When I got back to the hostel I stopped off via the liquor store to buy some beers. This time I didn't get PBR, I bought some Canadian beer that was cheaper, probably nicer, had an assortment of different beers and had a trucker cap in the box. I wasn't drinking to drown my sorrows now, I was just drinking. Judy was around and promised me the other day that she would make me some frogs legs. She started cooking them for me and her. Things got better already, not only was I free, dinner was being cooked for me and I had nicer beer. Jack and Chris had gone back today and the hostel felt a lot quieter. They made a big difference. In their place was this really strange guy who would just stare at people and sometimes say something really stupid and irrelevant. Through Judy, Jack had found himself a flat as he was due to start studying in Vancouver soon. The Flat Jack had found was with this guy called Ian. I met him through Jack the night before at a creperie. What I noticed that night was that littered around the streets are these sculptures, if that's what you call them, left over from when they hosted the Olympics. They were supposed to make it all look a little cooler but made it look tacky. One of them stood out, it was a car that looked solid, like it didn't have any doors or windows, was just the shape of the car filled in. Through Ian I met this really cool guy named Saleh. Ian was what I would say is a typical west coast surfer/skater. He had this really cool way to him. He was who he was and loved it. Saleh was doing something that sounded amazing. He was half Saudi Arabian, half Moroccan. He was living on the streets of Vancouver for the whole summer and was going to write a book about it. I told him of the journal I was writing, this book. We were chatting for ages about all sorts of things. I got on really well with Ian and Saleh. I spent the next few days with them.

I woke up extra early so I could make the most of the airport. I took my laptop this time so I could use the internet at the airport, if I needed to buy any tickets. I checked online for flights and found the cheapest was a British Airways flight for about £800, it was the same details as the one the lady had quoted me but was a lot cheaper online. I managed to find somebody from American Airlines. This English gentleman who had emigrated to Vancouver a long time ago and now had a very slight accent of his own. He explained exactly what I had, what I could do and what I should do. He was very sympathetic about my whole situation and wished me all the best. What a nice guy. I phoned home again and said that I was going to book the ticket online as I had no other option and it was the cheapest I could find. I tried to barter with British Airways directly, they said that it would always be cheaper online, they offered me a cheaper price than before but still too much. I booked the flight. I now had a huge weight off my shoulders and could actually enjoy the rest of my time in Vancouver. I had now spent two days moping around at the hostel, two days wondering around the airport and now I was free. Thinking about it, I must have been really suspicious spending two days at the airport and not actually doing much but using my laptop and occasionally speaking to some staff. I went back to the hostel and was in a much better mood. Even though in had no money left, I felt good that I had a plan and wouldn't have to worry about it any more.

I woke up early in the morning. Had breakfast before most people were even up, then went straight to the airport. The sky line ride to the airport was cool, you get a view of most of the city and then it seems to just disappear into the distance. Then you get to warehouses and then the airport appears. I don't think I have ever seen so many Chinese people than I did at the airport. I have seen more people in this short time, at the airport, than I have all the times I have been to the China towns in New York City and in London. I spent the whole afternoon the airport, I didn't get a single thing accomplished. I wanted to speak to a representative of American Airlines, they were closed. They were only open if there was a flight and there was no flight. I spoke to somebody from British Airways who I knew were an affiliated company of American Airlines and asked if I could use the vouchers on one of their flights. The lady explained that the voucher can only be used on either American Airline flights, or a code share flight. The code share flights are ones that other companies operate for American Airlines. Unfortunately for me, there were American Airlines flights to London from Vancouver so I couldn't use British Airways. She offered me a ticket but it was far too much money, it was over £1000. The American Airlines flights stopped off and Dallas so I definitely couldn't take them. I was at a loss. I didn't know what to do. I called my mother and father back in England to explain the situation, like always, rather than sympathising they were angry. I didn't care really, I hadn't done anything wrong and there wasn't anything I could do to resolve the situation. I went back to the hostel. It was now evening now. I ate some pasta, played some cards with the people in the common area, I had some beers there, then went out to town with Jack Chris and some other guys, it was their last night after all. This girls from New York had just arrived, she was sleeping in the bed under Chris. She had already started drinking vodka. She claimed she could handle her drink but I beg to differ. I noticed in the toilet after she had been in was full of sick. She had try to disguise this fact but I wasn't having any of it. I never said anything though, didn't want to offend her. Chris and myself were getting ready to go out for a bit and she started chatting to us. We stood around for a bit, then I heard the loudest fart noise ever. At first I thought it was Chris, he me, when we realised it was her, we tried to contain our laughter. It was clear we were both in hysterics inside, also very disgusted. She didn't know us, we didn't know her and she just did a massive fart. The sort that mates do together to try and outdo each other. It was so funny but so wrong at the same time.

Once again, in the morning I found myself in bed. There were half empty and empty cans of PBR all over the room. The recycling bin in the kitchen was overflowing with cans of PBR. There was PBR all over the place. I had to try and sort myself out again. I wasn't even going to consider it without eating something and have a cup of tea. I spent, or should I say wasted the whole day looking for possible flights back to England. Cancelling my previous flights and losing all the money, trying to get a refund but I couldn't even get a voucher. I tried to get a refund on the bus, no luck. I managed to cancel the hostel and only lost a small deposit. Still, all that money and time gone to waste. Even if I could go to the states now, I barely had enough money to do anything other than eat rice and drink tap water. I found some flights but wanted to see if I could use a voucher I had for an American Airlines flight I didn't take. I couldn't use it online and all of the American Airlines flights had a connection in the states, I wasn't allowed to do that. I toyed with the idea of Jack and Chris smuggling me back into California in there car when they went back in a couple of days. I don't know, I had no idea what to do and how to do it. I was lost in another country with no clue. Thank goodness I was somewhere that spoke English. It was getting late so I couldn't go out and do anything about it today. I looked online to see if American Airlines had any offices in Vancouver, they didn't, all they had was at the airport. I would have to go to the airport tomorrow. So far all I have done in Vancouver is worry about things during the day and get really pissed at night. What a life eh? I didn't get too drunk tonight. I went to the Cambie bar downstairs, had some poutine and quite a few beers. The poutine here was nicer than the one in Quebec City. Plus the portion was about five times the size, I couldn't finish it there was that much. I met some people from the hostel in the bar and stayed there until it closed then went to bed.