After a quick marage in Las Vegas (where else) we decided that it was time to move onto the next part of our journey...Canada. So we did a quick search on the net for the cheapest flights to Calgary, waalaa tunrs out could fly in a few days time for next to nothing, so on the credit card it went and off to Calgary, Canada we went. Woo hoo three months of work and snow...here we come.
To be honest I was a little nervous about this leg of the trip because I didnt know if my armed robbery charge would show up at Canadian immigraton...! Nooo not really, I guess it was because now it meant we had to settle down for 3 months and also because it really was the end of the line for us. No more hostels (so we thought), new cities, food, cultures etc etc BUT i was still excited, as was Stu. Back home I work for a Canadian company (Golder) so naturally I work with alot of Canadians who had told me alot about Canada and how 'awesome' it is. I wanted to find out how much of their bollocks was true.
We arrived in Calgary, pretty late at night, and made our way to the bus depot to get into town and to our hostel. The bus driver was being a prick, so naturally I had a few wordswith him, this didnt help matters and Stu had to calm the sit. In the end we were allowed on the bus (under the condition I was gagged!) and got into town pretty quickly. Bought dinner at the 711 (mmm footlong burritos), caught a coupla trains and ended up somehow at our mingen hostel somewhere in Calgary. Had an ok sleep and wake to find out we are in what we later called crack central. The hostel was situated next door to a park full of crack addicts. Example: I went up to a guy sitting on one of the benches to ask for directions to the train, he happily gave them to me....by pointing to the train line with his crack pipe! Oh thankyou Sir Crackhead.
We decided to stay a few nights in Calgary to watch an ice hockey game (for Stu's 30th) and to catch up with a friend who was living very close to crack park! So on the night of Stu's birthday (29th Nov)we went to see the Canucks (Calgary) play the Flames (Vancouver), which is very similar to the Western Derby, only there arent retards running around in purple shorts (haa couldnt resist havent a stab at the Dockers). There is a close rivalry between the 2 teams so it was bound to be a good game. Turned out I had bought the cheapest tickets which didnt give us an allocated seat just entry..ooops! After a few quarters of sitting in premo seats it was becoming obvious we didnt belong and had to go back to plebsville (only after we snapped a couple of great pics). We had to fight with Canadian bogans to get 2 seats next to each other but still had a wicked time abusing random players with the rest of the crowd. Go Canucks! They won by the way.
Nexy day we walked around town, bought a few bits and bobs we needed for snowboarding and tried to get jobs online at the library (hey internet is free). That night I had hooked up a dinner with a friend (Megan), who is from Calgary but lived in Perth for a while. Actually I got her a 'ripper' job on the mines spraying weeds for the summer (+40degree heat)!! This could be my last supper. No it turned out really well. We had a good time talking crap over bottle after bottle of wine and eventually tequilla. Thanks Megs, cant remember what we ate or drank but I know we had a good night
The next day I woke with a shocking headache and...well lets just say I had mess to clean up.