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.