Not so much a 'what' entry more feelings i ...
Trip Start Nov 04, 2000
60Trip End Nov 04, 2001
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I feel really bad not having updated this site for a few months. That's a lie, I don't feel bad. I think I just got to a point where I was having more fun doing actual stuff rather than sitting in internet cafes writing about it. It looks like I fell of the bottom of the world somewhere near Queenstown, but that didn't happen. Though how much have a laugh would that have been!?
After a few more days in Christchurch (lovely town, great YHA) I caught a plane back to Auckland then into Canada. I've got some family in Saskatoon, SK so I thought I would stay there for a week before heading home. I really felt it was a bit of a letdown going home from New Zealand. I telephoned home and spoke to family and I missed them, but I just didn't feel ready to go home. I think with travel there's always going to be a come-down when you return to where you started. I'd come away to see things, meet people, experience other cultures, but also to try and fix my head a bit. I wasn't happy working in IT in Glasgow, though I do like my home city and my friends and family. I just thought I could do something more enjoyable with my life. By the time I left NZ I still didn't know what that was. So with heavy heart I headed home via Canada...
I've been to Sasktoon twice before and my cousins there are always very welcoming and pleased to see me. I was the first relative from the UK to visit them a few years ago, and took my kilt etc. So I always like staying with them, it's pretty relaxed, barbecues, Birkenstocks and beer which strangely was why I didn't like Australia, but it seems out when I'm doing that stuff with my family...
So I was staying in their basement for a week and was probably pretty obviously not that happy to be going home(!) (sorry mum, i miss you). They own a store in Saskatoon which sells and repairs sandals and it happened they were a bit shortstaffed this summer due to their help going away for a couple of months. I was just going to help them out for a couple of weeks...so that turned into about 2andahalf months, selling sandals and doing repairs and stuff in their store, and staying in their basement. It works well for all of us I think. So, I had a great time doing that and didn't bother to write anything about it on this page. It just felt like it wasn't travel anymore, even though I was experiencing culture and stuff like that in Saskatchewan. Dunno why I stopped. A couple of people emailed me looking for the next installment which was pretty funny. So I'm going to try and piece things together a bit, though can't promise any of the following is going to be as enjoyable as the previous 57(!) entries.
No, in fact, I'm not going to write much about Saskatoon, too much fun stuff happened but it just seemed like regular life since I guess it was regular life for my cousins (Ailsa and Allan) and I just got right there in the middle of it. It wasn't like - oh man, I went to this crazy Royal Canadian Legion club full of old guys, have to write that on the webpage. Was just getting on with living a semi-normal life again - work, cooking dinner for us and their 3 kids, going out with a couple of new friends. Rambling again...
But now I'm in Vancouver. Which is a fantastic city if you like the outdoors, which most people here seem to. What a beautiful location, mountains, beach, oceans... I came out here to visit my friend Beverley from Glasgow who married a Canadian. So I was staying with them for about 4 days, then due to a death in their family they flew back to Scotland which was a shame, but stuff happens. So, I've ended up about a week in Vancouver with an apartment and a snazzed car. And I feel like writing a bit more now. I just came back from possibly the worst dance bar ever, playing a mix of 80s 'hits' (Buggles! Men At Work!), and jesus, MC Hammer. Plus really heavy hiphop or something, but the DJ keep shouting 'All The Laydeez!' and "Let's hear it for Bryan Adams" But strangely it was a fun night out. Ended going with 3 girls, friends of Beverleys and just dancing to any old nonsense. Plus I wasn't drinking which was a new experience for me at a bar(!) and was pretty enjoyable, weird.
And saw Belle and Sebastian at the Orpheum theatre which was good - great venue, hearing Glasgwegian accents again was a thrill.
But then I guess there are exploding planes and falling people and I'm all weirded out by that. And I wonder if I'll ever get home again. It's 3am and I'm going to go to bed. Just thought I'd try and get this story moving again. I'm heading west to Kelowna on monday so I'll try and get motivated. I think things are different now as I'm staying with friends and family - and people I've met on the way which is great, and I don't feel like I'm one person out there on my own any more, which made writing this entertaining for me because I could relate the stories like I would relate them to friends at home, when we're out at the Burnside Hotel and had too much Guinness. Need to stop listening to Belle and Sebastian, too much whimsy for this evening. Wish I had my Jam records!
maybe to be continued...