When I got back to the hostel I stopped off via the liquor store to buy some beers. This time I didn't get PBR, I bought some Canadian beer that was cheaper, probably nicer, had an assortment of different beers and had a trucker cap in the box. I wasn't drinking to drown my sorrows now, I was just drinking. Judy was around and promised me the other day that she would make me some frogs legs. She started cooking them for me and her. Things got better already, not only was I free, dinner was being cooked for me and I had nicer beer. Jack and Chris had gone back today and the hostel felt a lot quieter. They made a big difference. In their place was this really strange guy who would just stare at people and sometimes say something really stupid and irrelevant. Through Judy, Jack had found himself a flat as he was due to start studying in Vancouver soon. The Flat Jack had found was with this guy called Ian. I met him through Jack the night before at a creperie. What I noticed that night was that littered around the streets are these sculptures, if that's what you call them, left over from when they hosted the Olympics. They were supposed to make it all look a little cooler but made it look tacky. One of them stood out, it was a car that looked solid, like it didn't have any doors or windows, was just the shape of the car filled in. Through Ian I met this really cool guy named Saleh. Ian was what I would say is a typical west coast surfer/skater. He had this really cool way to him. He was who he was and loved it. Saleh was doing something that sounded amazing. He was half Saudi Arabian, half Moroccan. He was living on the streets of Vancouver for the whole summer and was going to write a book about it. I told him of the journal I was writing, this book. We were chatting for ages about all sorts of things. I got on really well with Ian and Saleh. I spent the next few days with them.