An Ode to Farewells
So.. here is my semi-official fare-well. I dont think my blog is going to see too much more action over the next while.. maybe a random post from time to time but with far less frequency. Im back in Comox, my first day of work is tomorrow, and besides new volunteering ventures I may seek out here, my life seems that its going to be more boring for the next while. But I suppose Ill keep updating random things, like my thoughts on my next trip abroad, my steps towards it (like selling most of my posessions), and other such fancy novel things.
Some random thoughts on being back in Canada.. I do indeed see it under a very different light. The trees are greener, the ocean is bluer, the everything is ultimately more beautiful. The small gulf islands that dot the Strait of JDF, the peircing snowcapped peaks that make up the horizon on most sides, the pines, the rampant deer, the deep blue of the ocean, the inconcievably completely rediculously SAFE environment that surrounds everything (a man rides his $5k mountain bike onto the ferry to Quadra Island. He gets off. He leans it against a wall. He walks away and up some stairs, without giving the bike a second thought. I ride my bike on. Mine is worth significantly less, and I didnt put more than 10 feet between me and it the entire time. Holy frickin lack of armed (and unarmed) robbery batman).
Ive also noticed that Canadians (when they dont look at you like youre a pirate) are really pretty rediculously friendly. Like, super awesome friendly. Random deep conversations. Random.. favours. Curtosy in the roadway (sometimes). And in general.. well, we also complain a lot. There's a lot of random bitching. If youbump someone with a backpack that happens to be quite large while in a moving train thats full of people with aisleways which are really quite thin and the conductor is indecisive as to where to put your bags and youre tired because you just got back from Central America, its like, "Fuck you who the hell do you think you are, the Queen?" ("No, sorry, Im not the Queen, it wont happen again.") In Guatemala, aslong as someones not sitting on your head and taking a crap while you're riding the bus (there are no trains), you dont even notice, let alone complain. Busses are just full there. Im not saying theres a culture that's better, but there's definately one that I fit into better than the other.
Im happy people dont have guns here.
As always, thanks for reading.. hope your north american hamburgers are as tastey as they always were.
I might be going hardcore vegetarian soon.
Tyler
Some random thoughts on being back in Canada.. I do indeed see it under a very different light. The trees are greener, the ocean is bluer, the everything is ultimately more beautiful. The small gulf islands that dot the Strait of JDF, the peircing snowcapped peaks that make up the horizon on most sides, the pines, the rampant deer, the deep blue of the ocean, the inconcievably completely rediculously SAFE environment that surrounds everything (a man rides his $5k mountain bike onto the ferry to Quadra Island. He gets off. He leans it against a wall. He walks away and up some stairs, without giving the bike a second thought. I ride my bike on. Mine is worth significantly less, and I didnt put more than 10 feet between me and it the entire time. Holy frickin lack of armed (and unarmed) robbery batman).
Ive also noticed that Canadians (when they dont look at you like youre a pirate) are really pretty rediculously friendly. Like, super awesome friendly. Random deep conversations. Random.. favours. Curtosy in the roadway (sometimes). And in general.. well, we also complain a lot. There's a lot of random bitching. If youbump someone with a backpack that happens to be quite large while in a moving train thats full of people with aisleways which are really quite thin and the conductor is indecisive as to where to put your bags and youre tired because you just got back from Central America, its like, "Fuck you who the hell do you think you are, the Queen?" ("No, sorry, Im not the Queen, it wont happen again.") In Guatemala, aslong as someones not sitting on your head and taking a crap while you're riding the bus (there are no trains), you dont even notice, let alone complain. Busses are just full there. Im not saying theres a culture that's better, but there's definately one that I fit into better than the other.
Im happy people dont have guns here.
As always, thanks for reading.. hope your north american hamburgers are as tastey as they always were.
I might be going hardcore vegetarian soon.
Tyler
posted by Squid at 10:33 PM
1 Comments:
OI!
Thanks for having shared this very amazing trip with us - it´s the best way to escape daily routine thats trying to wrap everybody in it´s dullness.
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