What a messy night and I can barely remember it, must have been good for that. If I made a fool of myself in any way I don't care as I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I had to get on with important things now. Unfortunately a lot of my time in Vancouver was spent trying to find out what was going on about my visa application. I got a phone card just so I could make some phone calls back home, to Mikes, anywhere. After I had some fried breakfast in the café and another cup of Chai, I retired to the common area. I checked my emails but hadn't received any word. I was getting really anxious about what was going on. I went and called Jim to see if he had received word. The good news was he had, but it wasn't good news. It was far from good news, it was about as bad as it could ever have been. I had been denied again. This now meant that current visa waiver I was using had become invalid. I was now no longer allowed to go into the states unless I have an interview at the US embassy in London, England. What a fucking nightmare. Its like Barbados but worse and not as bad at the same time. I tried to see if there was anything I could possibly do. When Jim said the reason why I had been denied I sort of pissed myself in laughter. It had been because in their opinion I didn't have strong enough ties to the UK. I didn't have a house, yeah right. I didn't have family, of course not. I didn't have a job, well, I lied about that one but there is no way they could ever know. I have an English bank account, a UK driving licence, well, provisional but still. I don't understand how I don't have strong enough ties to the UK, literally my life is in the UK, fucking stupid retards saying something like that. It doesn't matter that I had planned to meet somebody in the states the travel along the whole west coast. It didn't matter that I had a hostel booked, a bus booked, a return flight to England booked. It didn't matter that I had all these plans and couldn't do anything about them. I had spent all this money trying to get the visa, all this money on things in the states that I wouldn't get a chance to even do. Its not bad enough the fact that I got deported from Barbados, spent a big chunk of my budget getting back to England then flying out to Cuba and carrying on. I'm now no longer allowed into the states unless I get a visa and have interviews, and because I have been denied it will make the whole application process much harder. What a fucking joke. Why do I have such bad luck?