I walked back towards the hostel but a much longer and indirect route. I would sacrifice my hunger for a great view of the city and its buildings. I was now on the opposite side of the river, I had a look around as to what there was here, other than abandoned warehouses and converted warehouses. There were cycle paths and cyclists everywhere you looked so walking became full of danger, if you weren't observant then a collision would be immanent. I walked along the river, it may have even been a canal, it was a rather small source of flowing water. I could see a cool looking suspension bridge in the distance, so I headed in that direction, I knew it was roughly the same direction as the hostel so I wasn't going out of my way. It ended up being a lot further than I thought, when I got near it I noticed that I had gone the wrong way so had to find my way back. The easiest way for me to do that was to head somewhere where I could easily see the down town area so I could judge where the hostel is in relation. I was knackered from walking round all day so I was looking forward to getting to the hostel to put my feet up. After about half an hour of walking I made it back to the hostel. I put my recently acquired vegetables in the fridge and sat on the sofa. I didn't cook for myself until a good while after. Then it was drinking time, only problem was I had no drink, I would have to buy some. I noticed a few places on the way back that had promotions on beers so I went in one and got a twelve can pack of PBR. It was about twice the price as in the states but it was still cheap, for Canada at least. All I did for the remainder of the evening was just copious amounts of PBR. I also spoke to some guy who was writing a dissertation in one night for a presentation at the library or university or something. Good luck to him, he had to write thousands of words and do a presentation in front of a crowd.