Kondor defeated! Bird gave their backpacks, and with them the shampoo, towels and the rest of the property. When the nice lady at the airport with the missing section Storage asked us what was in the middle, and uśmialiśmy responded that absolutely everything. Because that is true - except for those backpacks, we have nothing, without them we would be on the ice. And this apparently happens a Canadian ice slippery?
Our first moments of calm in Vancouver could serve as the screenplay for the film Jarmusch'a. We sit in the vilest hostel in the city (10 bucks a night), we try to cheat, it is nineteenth, but in fact our bodies know very well that's not enough that it would be finally get some sleep, the additive is just time to get up, because in Poland there is 4 in the morning. So we lay in dirty, musty Wyry and we talked about what we do, as we have earn a lot of U.S. dollars: my friend Michael, with whom I went on this journey, you want to borrow and move the ship to sea, I turn, I dream about a bicycle trip through the Americas to Argentina. Well, okay, but If bucks are not coming, on the contrary - dolce flee speed of the condor flying over Greenland! "If I share with you my story, would you share with me your dollar?" Aloe Blacc
Vancouver ... others. This solution was pressed between the ocean and mountains, which are mixed races from around the world, a little New York, and a little Luxembourg. I have never seen a place so full of contrasts: the provincial metropolis, which is very easy to fall in love, yet very easy to criticize it for being "fucking dull," as we called it encounters tramp from Toronto. Well, the feel there every step of ganja, a long-haired guys and girls in the bells, which could easily come a time machine from the San Francisco of the 60's, or Seattle before two decades, is the picture as 'vancouveriański', as the Crusaders at the Krakow to Warsaw - I feel that Vancouver secretly aspires to become the Mecca of hippies twenty-first century, as Grunwald Warsaw to Modern Times. I firmly believe it in this wonderful aura pacifist if it was not that already the morning of the second day of our stay at the one of the streets in Chinatown, we passed zasztyletowanego tramp ... But then it was just better!
We are farmers! And actually, not so much what wwoofersami farmers. And who are wwoofersi, you will learn from the next post, because it was late, and a good wwoofers must get some sleep before the hard work. Good night!
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