I had something really important to sort out, I had put it off for a few days but really needed to get it sorted as soon as I could. I needed to apply for a Non Immigrant US visa. I would be staying in the country over the date of my country visa's expiration and would need a proper visa for the remainder of the time. I went to the US consulate to ask and they said I couldn't do it. I checked online and I could but there were no interviews until a months time. I needed one asap so had to look around at all the US consulates across Canada. The only place I could find was in Quebec City. I filled in the form to apply for an interview. I got given the application form and needed to pay for the interview at a bank at the other end of town. I haven't said yet but the only available interview slot was tomorrow. I booked it as I had no other option. I read what I needed and needed to do and got it done that afternoon. I had to book a flight that evening as the interview was first thing in the morning and there weren't any flights that would get me there early enough. I booked my flight, it cost me over £350 for a return flight for one day. I quickly ran to town, got some passport photographs taken, paid for the interview and got the receipt I needed. I told Mike who forwarded the information onto his mother and father. We had a quick dinner then I was driven to the airport to get on my way. Jim wrote me a letter stating who I was, what my purpose was etc... I the hope that it might help with the visa application process. I got to my plane early and just waited for the time. I was so nervous, I knew if this went wrong I would be completely screwed. In fact it would actually fuck up the whole of the remainder of my trip. I arrived in Quebec City in a couple of hours, it was now 12.30am and I had nine hours to my interview but had nothing to do to kill the time. I sat in the twenty four hour Tim Horton's in the airport lounge, had some Timbits, doughnut holes, and a cup of milkshake. I read a the rest of my book, and started a new one. At about 4.00am the airport started to fill up a little more, until about 6.00am when the whole of Tim Horton's was pretty much full. It was getting time for me to leave to get into town for my interview. Some guy started chatting to me about George Orwell as he noticed I was reading 1984. He seemed like a cool guy, knew a lot about books and life and travel, all sorts, he was an all round cool guy. He was from Costa Rica and was on his way back home, he had been on a fishing holiday somewhere in the Quebec province. We spoke for about half an hour when his flight was called. He wished me luck and gave me $20 to help me out. It may sound weird but I had explained my situation, about Barbados and all sorts, and about my money coming to an end. He went off and I decided it was time to go into town. Things just got worse, there was no bus service into town, the only way to get there was by taxi which would cost me over $20. Things are going from bad to worse and I'm really nervous about the interview.