This was my second day at home…my room looks like some world traveller has just dropped their belongings. I hate it but I also don’t want to unpack thoroughly since I don’t intend staying for too long….or at least I hope so.
….wow, it’s already middle auf August but nothing much has changed yet. I guess due to summer vacation there are not much offers at the job market right now. I sent out another application the day before yesterday but that’s about it.
This morning when I looked out the window, it was raining, and when I looked out the door, it was raining, but not just a little, it was pouring. So much so that I had already decided to skip the cyclocross and return the bike. Then I remembered that I could also return the soccer shoes I bought for rugby, so I cleaned them first. When I was done, it had stopped raining. Great!
Being on the road again felt awkward at the beginning but for my first stop at the Newman House in Saint John everything was organized: the taxi was ordered (and cancelled again after Saskia and Claude insisted on bringing me to the ferry), the hostel was booked and I even arranged that Sharon, the hostel owner, picked me up at the ferry.
At around 8 p.m., we arrived in Kelowna on the Greyhound bus—and it was still hot, around 26°C, which felt completely unfamiliar after a day at around freezing.
I know, I know, I’m not very reliable and haven’t written for a long time. But to make a long story short: I’m in Banff now, in the middle of Banff National Park. I’m good but tired and there are mountains all around me.
Tired as I was I looked around for a regular bus stop at the bus station which seemed to be in the middle of an industrial area. Luckily it was just in front of the Greyhound Building and a nice old guy told me that this would also be the right stop for the busses into town. And we only had to wait 10 minutes or so. When I told the bus driver the name of the hostel I was heading to, he told me at once he’d tell me where to get off. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know where I was going to because he got it mixed up with the second hostel in Thunder Bay. So, when we waited at the Central Bus station a lady approached me to tell me I was on the wrong bus and I had to go back the same way. Thanks to the nice driver on the next bus I didn’t have to pay a second time. He finally dropped me off on the right stop and from there it was only about 5 minute walk to the hostel…jippieh….
Since I was already fed up with tourist attractions I decided to work off some of the calories which had added up to a good 2 kg plus of body weight. A bike rental at the local bike shop would have cost me nice 40 bucks for the day, that’s why I asked at the hostel reception if the bikes in the backyards of the house are for rental. Apparently, there didn’t ask too many people before because I got a bike (after only 2 hours of waiting) for ridiculous 10 Dollars (per day!!! 🙂 ).
