Wednesday and Thursday: For Lack of a Better Title...

So my wednesday was mostly taken up with moving. We met up with our landlords (a lovely irish couple who recognise the need for at least some furnished accomodation in Vancouver....) to sign things and get keys on wednesday morning/lunch time.

All being well, we headed off down the slope to see what was down the road. Quickly discovering that the next area along, Capilano, was considerably closer than we had thought, we were pleased to discover not only a Walmart, but also a 'price smart foods' and a 'thrifty foods'. Unfortunately they don't really live up to their names - but i'll save my rant about how expensive food, and specifically cheese, is for another time. This area also has a big shopping 'mall' and other stuff besides that we haven't got around to checking out yet.

Having grabbed some lunch in the food hall, we decided to head back to downtown. The others to go back to their hostel and me, having checked out of my hostel already, to begin the mammoth task of moving all my stuff...

Having packed more or less to the weight limits, this was a little over 30kgs in a couple of backpacks... not fun. I lolloped down the hill and got my first bus, while debating whether it would be better to get the sea bus across to North Van (much quicker, but with more changes (hence more bits of walking and carrying) or whether to stick with buses and go over the bridge (Longer, with a slightly longer walk, but on a more agreeable gradient of slope). In the end I went with the bus, and almost immediately regretted it.

From the minute I arrived in Vancouver, I seem to have managed to end up sat next to the crazy person on every bus I get on. I seem to attract them. I get on and sit down, and one stop later crazy person of the day gets on and starts talking to me... *sigh*

Anywayz, crazy people aside, I made it to the end of my road in one piece and made the long, arduous 3 block journey up the hill with my stuff...
When I finally got in (having participated in the now ongoing battle between the keys and the locks) i dumped my stuff and sat down to relax. I also got my first taste of just how bad Canadian tv is. I had been warned, I'll admit, but it is staggeringly bad...

Having been sat down for merely half an hour I got a text saying that the hostel the others were staying in was doing an ice skating trip - did i want to come? (Of course I wanted to come...) So I zoomed back downtown to meet up with them. Ice skating was fun, although I've learned that having got used to hockey skates i now seem to be incapable of using figure skates without simply tripping over the picks at the front - fail...

On return to my new home, I finally made dinner at about 11pm and chilled out infront of some more really bad tv, eventually getting so tired that at a little gone midnight i sunk into the ginormous, princess-and-the-pea-would-be-proud double bed and fell asleep.


The next day really started when my new housemates arrived with their stuff. We spent an hour unpacking and then went to buy some basic essentials. Somehow this took most of the afternoon. The day nearly gone, I cooked everybody a stir fry and we chilled out in the living room.