I flew into the Old Vic yesterday. My flights were awesome, I had unobstructed views out the window most of the way, complete with snow capped Rockies. I spent a long time in the Vancouver airport though, running into more Koreans than I have in months. It makes me nostalgic for "the old country". I decided to have a burger in the airport bar, and I ran into a gregarious Nova Scotian who was very eager to reminisce and tell me how drunk he got on his trip home.
Victoria is pretty much the same old, same old. Fun so far though. We went out to dinner at Farmor's yesterday, and it still reminds me eerily of Marriot for old people. My aunt told the waiter that I speak Italian, so he yammered on to me in Italian for the whole night... unfortunately my vocabulary is still pretty condensed. I'll have to try harder to keep up with the podcasts. The Victoria MEC was happy to exchange my old tent without even inspecting it... so James, if the come calling its because I messed up their tent.
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