Alaska Part 1

Sup.

I've decided it do be time for me to update my little web blog/log/tree thingamawasicalled because

1) It's been a long time
2) I'm bored

The past week has consisted of me just sitting at home writing my resume (long overdue, let me tell you) and downloading stuff. Much less pornography than you might expect, but alot of music. And after I finish this post I'm going to start a review section and just do random reviews of movies, CD's, Places and Cities..

Why you might ask??

Chances are you haven't asked that but I'll explain anyway, ever since I was a little boy I had always wanted 3 things

1) To be a reviewer
2) To get paid for being a reviewer
3) To be a real boy, except without the name Pinocchio..

Now that i have completed 1 out of 3 (Try to guess which one, candy apple's for anyone who does. Mum has got the bill) I am on a mad quest to do the other two. And I figure I might as well start building up the most fantasmic (www.urbandictionary.com - look it up, its a real word.. while your at it look up your own names too.. Cameron is a classic.. if somewhat disturbing.. Cameronism is also slightly funny, if plain wrong) .. umm where was i.

Oh yeah, I'm going to build up a resume of reviews so that some day if I ever apply for a job as a reviewer of some desription ill be able to write this little ditty of a website and cram it up the interviewers and say

"See that, that's what you call a review! You are damn right ive got experience! Check it out!"

/me does mad flips into the air and ninja kicks interviewer out the window

Cop - Oye, why did you ninja kick that guy out the window?
Me - He got in the way of my foot just after he offered me a job and a substatial pay increase...
Cop - I thought you just said that you were applying to the job, therefore you werent being paid at all.
Me - Logic has no place here, be gone with you!

Right anyway, onto the real purpose of this post. Alaska!

I made the plunge and decided to make the journey up to Mother Nature's last bastion of hope. Ill try to give a somewhat concise rundown of my journey and places i stayed at, but my memory isn't really what it used to be, so no points for anyone who discredits my recollection of events (Not that anyone really could since I'm the only one who was there..)

Day 1 - Leaving Vancouver - onwards to Port Hardy

After a late night scuffle with the bed I awoke at precisely 4:30am and packed my bag and my ass into a cab which then took me to the Vancouver greyhound terminal. My bus left at 5:30am with me on it, and my bag underneath somewhere. I managed to look like a big enough asshole for no one to sit next to me the entire way which was an absolute god send because I would have snapped at anyone who attempted to strike up a conversation with me.

The bus seemed to stop about 10 billion times on the way and we almost hit a baby deer on the way up to Port Hardy ( interesting tidbit - If anyone is interested Port Hardy is at the top of Vancouver Island, a large body of land just off the west coast of Canada. It is home to Victoria, the "English-style" capital of BC and about 200,000 yokels.. err I mean Canadians )

On the whole Vancouver Island (or "The Island" as Dale likes to call it.. everytime that is said I think of the movie "The Island" with Scarlett.. and that white outfit.. oh lordy me, yes.. /me enters trance.. saliva dripping down chin)


She's Purrrrrrtttyy!!

Well, yes.. its a pretty picturesque place, at least the parts of it that I saw while I was awake. We even stopped at some dingy town that resembled an oversized parking-lot where I found a Macdonalds. Someday they will reward my loyalty with a free upsized water, I just know it!! (Fingers are crossed)

Roughly 10 or so hours later, thats 3:30pm for those of you who can't tell the time (that's mostly aimed at myself..) the bus arrived in Port Hardy, a "quaint" (read - small,dull,uninteresting) little town. I checked into the hostel and paid the owner, a serious gentleman who was in the process of converting the once movie theatre into the worlds greatest hostel. At least thats what I assume his intentions were. I paid him and he fished out some change out of his pocket (?!?!) and i stuck my things in the room which stunk of sawdust and varnish (but otherwise great).

I then took myself on a tour of Port Hardy and took a couple of pictures


Gad damn.. wheeeeeeeeeeeze


This is the main street of Port Hardy


The town centre

Hahaha, nah I'm just foolin' dawg.

The first one was just a photo I took from the coast out at the islands which I don't think you can see in the mini-sized version of that picture there, but trust me, they were smashing.

The second is a pretty cool Totem Pole. The inscription at the bottom of the pole says
"Grizzly Bear angry, Hunting Hawk mad, Black Bear malcontent, Squirrel unconcerned"

The rest of the town I circled about 3 times trying to find a MacDonalds .I failed, the only thing they had were A&W's.. a fast food joint to be sure, but not MacDonalds. I settled with A&W's. They have the worlds biggest drinks there. The girl working there (who I am pretty sure fell in love with me, since she was a small town girl and me, of course, being an irrestistable big-city guy - sophisticated an all the rest of it) told me to take a seat and that she would bring my meal to me - love the service - well, this girl brought my meal out first and then wheeled my drink over on a drink cart! I'm not shitting you!

After this very un-macdonalds-afying meal, I hit the sack at about 7:30 but hey, I had to get up at 4 in the morning to get the ferry to Prince Rupert. The next day someone asked me

"You'll never see Port Hardy again!!"
My response
"Hey, i've ALREADY seen Port Hardy"

*crickets chriping*