Late January 2014
Upon returning to Canada from America, I headed to a different hostel, Samesun Backpackers (a place where I would much later on in August be offered a job opportunity). When I stayed across the street, I had visited the bar for dinner and drinks. I strolled down Granville Street and walked into the hostel to ask for a bed for a few days.
Settling in fast, I ventured out onto the many activities the hostel provided and found myself visiting Bowen Island and Granville Island (activities I often lead now).
After a few days of enjoying Vancouver and chatting to other Australians, I decided I should try snowboarding, and with the best place being close by, Whistler, and Australia Day looming, I booked a hostel and caught the shuttle up to Whistler for a week.
The next morning I headed off up the Sea to Sky Highway albeit with a terrible cold in tow, one that would ultimately cut short my trip by a few days. I dropped off my stuff at the hostel and headed straight to the village to get my gear and to organise a lesson for the day. I won't lie, my sense of balance is not great and fell over many times. Ending the day, I headed back to the hostel to get ready to return for the Triple J Hottest 100, thought the fever broke and I spent the next 16 hours curled up into a ball resting. Feeling better the next morning I headed back for another day's lesson. Exhausted, I had a short night out in the village before returning to the hostel. The following day, I spent more time practising and decided to spend the afternoon ziplining. Heading back to Vancouver, I decided that Whistler was a fun place to visit but ultimately not the place for me to live.
Returning to Vancouver, I once again returned to the Samesun Backpackers Hostel where I would stay for a much longer visit.
