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Dances with Goats

Am I being sarcastic?

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Let's start out with the day before yesterday, where me and Patrick moved our stuff over to Markus' place, where we would be sleeping on the floor for the night. We hung out a bit, cruised around downtown with the bus (only 15 minutes by bus) and returned to eat some spaghetti, drink a bit, wait for the 2 German girls and head into town for a bit of partying (last night in Vancouver for me and Patrick, and celebrating into Rick's birthday, a roommate of Markus'). So as we headed into downtown, we stopped by a bank, because some people needed to get some money, and while we were waiting, a Hummer-Limousine stopped at the traffic light. As a joke Lea held out her thumb and asked for a ride, only to be surprised by the driver actually pulling over behind the traffic light and telling us to get in. So, a wild ride down 7 blocks of downtown Vancouver in a huge Limousine, with loud pumping music, commenced and by the time the driver pulled over to let us out we were all laughing so hard we probably seemed extremely drunk to the passers-by. That's when we sort of realized that Markus' other roommate was missing - he was still in the bank and had missed out on all the fun.
Anyhow, we then headed to a local club/pub and hung out there the rest of the night - nothing worth mentioning after the Limousine ride.
After leaving Markus' apartment the next day, where we stayed our last night in Vancouver, we walked about 40 minutes to the bus stop, from where a Greyhound bus took us to Abbotsford within 1,5 hours. Peter, the man of the house, picked us up and we drove past corn and blueberries field, full of Pakistani or Indians, until we arrived at the farm. Everyone was helping with the pressing of apples to make apple juice when we entered through the fence door, our huge packs on our backs, and Peter showed us where we would be staying. One in the cabin, outside in the garden, with Helmut the 50-something year-old German who's been staying at the farm since end of march - me - and one in the house, in a little (read: tiny) room next to the bathroom and the pool table - Patrick.
Anywho, we spent the day following Stevie (the 5-year-old kid) around the house and property, showing us everything a kid could find interesting, while repetitively asking "Do you like being here?" (literally EVERY 5 seconds) or "Do you want to play a game with me?".
After playing some pool, and cutting up apples for the juice, dinner came around and we were excited to get some grub. Sadly, we only got one small burger and one hotdog. Definately not enough (especially for Patrick). After that we spent some more time playing pool, and waiting for the computer to become available to check our mails and start our car search, which ended in us getting 4 possible matches and the decision to call them tomorrow (today). The evening trotted along and one after another everyone went to bed, until I too set off to the cabin to catch some shuteye.
I was lucky to not be up for chores in the morning, because I slept well until noon, while Patrick was woken up at 8:30 by Stevie (remember, he sleeps in the house, I don't). So I got up, headed into the house, greeted everyone with a "good morning" getting some chuckles, made me a coffee (yes, I've started drinking coffee...) and ate some cereals.
The day went on, again playing pool for lack of stuff to do, watching some Robin Hood series produced by BBC with Johan, the 15-year-old, and finally getting lunch. Oh, I just remembered, the most fascinating thing about eating here. Prayers, readings about Christ, more prayers, and the parents hugging Stevie - seems to be a well respected tradition here (I find it funny and odd).
Anyway, after lunch, I sat down on the computer looked up more cars, me and Patrick called some, and checked my email. And now, I'm sitting here, writing my blog...guess that's it for now, I'll be reporting more at some other time.

peace

PS: I activated commenting from non-travellerspoint members, now everyone can comment! Yay! (read: You better write some comments!)

Posted by Shirker 15:23 Archived in Canada Tagged living_abroad

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