Another day, another hangover...

Somebody lied to me when they told me I would love Canada. Well maybe I do love it, but it doesn't love me. More specifically, the Jim Beam I drank last night has been at war with my head all day. Last night I went down to one of the pubs in the hotel called "Big Bad Johns". It is a bit of a hillbilly bar and I fitted right in :-) The played some good ole music like "Copperhead Road" and several other songs most recently seen on re-runs of "The Dukes of Hazard" haha. It's decorated with Bras, $1 notes of many denominations, and various booby traps like plastic spiders attached to bits of nylon all controlled by the bartender so that they can have a 'controlled' drop on unsuspecting patrons haha Several girls screamed last night (because of the spiders you filthy minded beggers) haha and some pussy guy (not me). Anyhow, that damned bourbon got the best of me and finally, at 2am when the bar closed and I got thrown out I went to bed in a rather zig-zag direction :-)

Woke up this morning at 7am and somehow dragged myself into the shower and then downstairs for a continental breakfast. They had a shelf that contained lots of little boxes of cornflakes and other various cereals. I devoured 4 boxes of cornflakes. The waitress mentioned something about me being homeless and not eating for weeks. Impressed another person ith my eating prowess again, my job is done haha.

After that I wandered over to the BC museum, which was only about 10 minutes walk from where I was staying. I wandered around the museum for about 3 hours. It wasn't that big but it was very interesting. It was basically divided into 2 sections. The first was all about the Candian environment and the other was all about the human involvment around Canada and Victoria or Vancouver Island. I forced myself to leave at 12pm. I was sort of running out of time and wanted to see some other stuff, plus my legs where killing me, so I left. I walked up the road and went and got some lunch, omelettes in this town are sprinkled with crack I'm sure. They are soooo yummy. Think it's the cheese.

After a spot of lunch I went up to "Craigdarroch" castle. It is really just a massive house built over 100 years ago by the richest man in Canada at the time. The place just blew me away. I haven't looked at the photo's yet, and they probably wotn do the place justice, but once again I spent several hours in there looking around. Eventually I had to leave because the day was growing old. I should write a lot more than this about the castle, but take a look at the photo's, I'll put comments on them later, hopefully they are interesting.

So at the moment, the hangover is FINALLY disappearing, and I'm sitting in another pub writing this while the Canucks are owning somebody at hockey, and I think I am going to be shot for not watching the tellie with everyone else haha

Catch ya later
Matt