I can see clearly now, the snow has gone
Trip Start Jan 12, 2012
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There is a point in every amateur first-time travel bloggist's life that he realizes that everything is not as it seems, one day everything is snowflakes and pinecones and the next it's blizzards and grizzly bears; his readers have called for his head. Even his own father has told him to move on, perhaps to a far away town in middle-Canada. And who do they call to replace the king? None other then the jester; apparently informative cutting edge journalism is just about laughing and clapping your hands. Of course, you can only imagine what this sudden introduction of competitiveness has done to the settled down life of two clueless cousins
My hiatus in writing was not because of James hilarious entry, but because the past week has been action packed and time to write has been sparse, and the loss of the use of my left hand was partly due to blame.
Last saturday while taking out the trash at work i was unfortunate enough to slip over and severely bruise my left arm, putting it in a splint for a few days. There were fears that it was broken due to an odd looking curve at the centre of the ulnar and radius but after x-rays at banff hospital all fears were cleared, apparently the slight curve is from the last time i broke my arm 7 years ago and the good people at canberra hospital didnt set it back perfectly straight. Nonetheless i have been out of action for a few days while James has been holding up the financial end of our house hold.
However this wasnt the main source of drama in our lives over the past two days. I'm not sure whether we divulged that one of our housemates Basile (french guy) was living in the basement behind a wall as he had been fired from deer lodge two months ago and that he wasn't paying rent
He was squatting here well before James and I moved in and was good friends with everyone living here so we weren't in the position to ask him to move on, it didn't bother us because Basile was a fantastic guy and where he was living was nothing to be envious of. Of course Basile was not supposed to be living there under deer lodges rules.
When we signed up with deer lodge and entered into their staff rental agreement we didnt realise we were signing away all our rights as human beings. They entitle themselves to inspecting our houses weekly and the contradictions and problems that come with this, and the hypocrisy of certain managers are too complicated and long-winded to put in here. James and I have no concerns with the weekly inspections as we aren't breaking any rules and while our room is messy it isn't defying the deer lodge charter.
Basile had been able to live in secrecy in the basement for some time, managing to avoid the inspections by boarding up the wall. (To get more information from a similiar story see: the diary of Anne Frank)
At 10.30am on Tuesday while James and I were in a deep slumber there was a raid on our house, Basile was found and evicted and the sh*t hit the fan
Other than that the snow has been melting and the powder is sparse, kindly reminding us of New Zealand. We are both enjoying the terrain park and hanging out for some more snow.
Well that concludes another update, I have included a few videos and photos, some related and some not to this entry. When the Jester returns from work i'll enjoy watching him make dinner which he'll be doing for the next week as he lost a bet (he bet he could touch his tongue to his elbow) so until then, ciao for now.