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.