Well I got a good sleep last night. Honestly was a little bit tired... way too much of a good time here in Jasper. Totally too much to do, it's been a great time here. Brilliant one might say haha.
Anyhow, today I have some free time so I can get back on the good old computer and do a little bit of mindless typing and throw up some crazy tidbits that I know you all love. Like, here's something.. I bought these super expensive boots/shoes in NZ about a month before I left, and they had hard inner soles on them. So I bought some of those inner sole thingys for comfort, and they also had the extra addition of stopping foot odour (doesn't matter to me because I smell of (manly) roses with everything I touch hehe. Anyhow, I put these inner soles in my shoes about a month before I left for Canada. I got them out of the packaging, read the directions, carefully cut them to the right shape and size and inserted them into my shoes. Awesome. They worked very well. Nice and comfy and no odours. Brilliant. Except, whenever I took my feet out of my shoes, the damn soles kept coming out as well. Dammit! Ah well, I thought, a small price to pay for comfort and nice fresh shoes. I have been wearing these soles for about 7-8 weeks like this now. Every day is a constant battle to try and keep those soles in the shooes properly. I thought about glueing them in and then disgarded it with the thought that these shoes cost way too much for that sort of treatment to them. I just put up with it... until about 2 nights ago when I came home and removed my feet only to have the inner come out completely of my shoe... only then did I realise my mistake... I had put them in upside down! It hit me all at once like a tidal wave... it's taken me two days to get over how stupid I have been, no wonder they fit but weren't sticking to the bottom of the shoes haha dork!!!11!! :-) So let's just say I have now rectified this mistake and my shoes are now the complete envy of everything below my knees hehe.
Let's see, what else have I been thinking about and seeing that requires putting pen to paper. Ahh yes. I have discovered that there are Pirates in Prince George. Let me explain. When I was in Prince George several days ago now, on my first night there, I picked a motel right next to the Town Hall. It was quite lucky for me , because someone I think at the Visitor informatioin centre there, said I could get a bus day pass from the Town Hall, so the next morning I went and bought one. Very cool - after a brief look at the map, I jumped on a bus and sat down. The buses there do complete circuits so I was able to get on, and stay on the buses and just cruise around all day without any fear of being kicked off at any point. Yes I am getting to my original point about the pirates... As I was travelling around on these buses I always noticed a few transient people on the buses, there are transients around a lot of BC and Alberta (Canada on the whole I think), not sure why, but there are, and in some ways it's rather sad. However, I prefer to look on the bright side, and think that in my own twisted way, that they are there to provide me with a comical outlook on life. Particularly this one pair of transient guys I found on a bus that day. I sat behind them at the end of the bus. Just another bus nothing special, but these two guys were talking to each other in some sort of hard core drunken slur. Much like myself, and if I had been drinking all night I'm sure I could have easily joined in with them. But I was sober (probably hung over though), and it was all I could do to not burst out laughing when this next thought came into my head and persisted for many days after. These guys sounded just like frikken pirates. Old drunken sea dogs, with a penchant for rum and had obviously put into port several days ago, and now were enjoying the fruits of their last sea borne trip for hidden treasure and spanish ships! "Ahaha!! Ye ahhh matey eh?!" one of them seemed to yell, to which the other would reply "brahahaweare Grraauurr!!! YeeaAahhh!" To which both of them would laugh, and the conversation went on like that for the 15 or so minutes that I sat behind them. Thank god they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't turn and look at me, otherwise I would've had to walk the plank for sure... (because I had no rum on me). These swarthy dogs chatted(?) to each other and eventually decided to get off the bus (in the now immortalized Keith Richards style swagger) leaving me to wonder if Prince George was the home of the sea dogs, because Johnny Depp himself couldn't have out-acted these two jokers. Brilliant, just brilliant.
Argghh whoops - gotta go - half an hour late for checking out... gotta go - will type later!
Cheers
Matt
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