God I love the french.
Trip Start Aug 01, 2008
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Upon awakening I scored a couple lifts down the ways pretty easy going. The first was a french businessman who spoke not too much english but we could convey ideas to each other. The next was an insurance salesman who bought me a whole meal at Tim Hortons and he was a kind soul that one. We had some pretty good conversation about positivity and not letting the hard stuff get to ya. Life's too short!!
Upon waiting for my next ride I SERIOUSLY needed a bathroom so I jumped into a little farm shop and let er rip. I felt a should buy something as the smell was pretty bad so I got a basket of plums for 3 bones and headed back out. I quickly scored a ride with a university recruiter and we talked the entire 3 hour trip to Moncton about "The Power of Now." We were straight up each others alleys, I won't forget that ride for a long time! He gave me all the low down on Moncton and life in general and let me off downtown to fend for my own.
Ohhh man this is the best part! So I was looking for internet so I could find a girl I was supposed to crash with through couch surfing. I decided to try and just ask someone with a laptop for a few moments to check my messages. I found this guy in the mall and he said it was ok. So I did my thang and the girl never responded with a number or address so I was hooped. Luckily Pierre-Olivier had sent his number, BLESS YOU SIR! Anyways I offered the guy a plum and he goes, "No I havn't even eaten breakfast." Cool beans w/e, but then he continues to talk about a lot of intense conspiracy theories for no short period of time. The guy had a lot of knowledge up there in his brain. Man culture is created! He also kindly filled me in on a couple hitch hiking horror stories. Well that was the good part, I sat about and charged my phone. Whipped off a few texts and waited for Pierre-Oliviere to reply, which he did and I bussed it out to his place. I took that opportunity to pay for the bus fare in nickles and pennies. So much weight in those little bastards! The driver had the nerve to ask me how much I was short! It took a while but I counted it out ever last cent. Haha, he was a cool guy and got me steps from where I needed to go.
I had arrived to my pad for the next few days and by god they were going to wild ones. It was afterall my birthday weekend!