A while back I found myself in possession of some free time and a desire for coffee. This resulted in a road trip to Seattle.
So after years of telling me to go to hell to no avail my mother decided that we were going on a road trip. The place is literally called hells gate…
For over a hundred years Canadians with free time have gathered to kick off flu season with large gatherings. One such cause of the incipient plague is the PNE in Vancouver. Fun was had, diseases contracted, all in all it was a success.
So since I am now in Burnaby and new to the area I needed to find a doctor. My new doctor happens to be located next to Charlie’s Chocolate Factory. I swear that fact played no part in my decision making process. That disclaimer made, I get to go to the chocolate factory a lot, and it is awesome.
There were many, many, many baffling things. One of which, Was what I presume was an alien blowing bubbles. I didn’t get a good photograph though, I suspect some sort of futuristic anti-evidence gathering technology was clearly at work.
There was also a surprising number of Batmen and women… Not a clue as to WHY exactly, but they were there.
Well… by science I mean the dessication of organic matter. Which is a fancy way of stating that I put a bunch of sliced fruit in a dehydrator. The first batch worked out pretty well and resulted in a bowlful of dried fruit that I consumed in under an hour. Needless to say I did…
My readers will note that I was able to post from third world countries during natural disasters, by contrast I was unable to post anything for the entire month of June while in northern Alberta due to the intense shittyness of the internet.
So I was lying in bed when the damn thing started jumping and shaking like it was possessed. An earthquake with a magnitude of 7.5 hit Kathmandu and wrecked my neighbourhood and specifically my neighbours house.
Had the landlord been honest about the problems with the place in advance maybe I wouldn’t have gotten angry enough to just give up and move in the middle of the day, that sadly was not the case
The primary draw for me was coffee, as it usually is, and boats. The entire place seems to exist solely for the purpose of drinking coffee and tooling about the river pointlessly. I really enjoyed it.
This isn’t a paid plug for the hostel or anything I just really like it. I actually came back to this hostel again after a brief visit to Hoi An, being a broke assed hobo that says quite a bit.
I’m not saying ptsd doesn’t exist, or that war doesn’t fuck a guy up but…
If I didn’t already have MS the weed in Vietnam would most certainly have caused it. In short Vietnam has some notable upsides.