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The prairies were fucking dullsville and I got some nasty ass sunburn to boot. It seemed like we were passing through the same town over and over. Same fucking WalMart with the same MacDonalds on the east side of every town. It wasl ike something out of the twilight zone.
In Regina we scored some luck, though. I caught a trucker going east and he4 gave us a ride to a truck stop just outside the Saskatchewan-Manitoba border. Hin name was Al. He was nice to us and everything, even spotted us some food, but I felt kinda on edge around him, my nedneck detector went off. I couldn't have been more happy when hitching outside the rest area around midnight, a station wagon pulled up.
I love station wagons. They have big bums.
The fellow was Mike, his story was that he was going to Montreal for work before he got jacked up outside a campsite. A couple grand got stolen and he lost his gas money. We spotted him $160 to get us from the Manitoba border to Sault Ste. Marie. The entire time we just blazed up and talked about bullshit. It was like going on a long road trip with an old friend.
The Canadian shield was the most beautiful landscape I've ever seen. There's just rocks jutting up from the ground everywhere that are millions of years old. The trees are only half the size of the ones in BC though, it was kind of an adjustment.
We caught a ride from SS Marie by a wonderful lady who took us outside of Sudbury. Late at night, a fellow name Ryan picked us up `cause I had patches and shit. He was a punk rocker. He was going to leave us under a bridge somewhere to camp out, but there were no good ones and it was pouring rain, so he invited us to his lovely cottage in Alban. We drank a couple beers, watched the & wonders of Canada on CBC and blazed. He had a Misfits clock, some Op Ivy thing he made one day and some awesome music. Apparently he used to put on shows in Toronto before he settled down and was in a couple bands too.
It was nice to meet a punk on our trip. Made me feel more at home there.
A quirky fellow with goggles picked us up outside of Sudbury and took us to NewMarket, right outside of Toronto. We refer to him as Bubbles. He was dorky, but I loved him. He told us all about this rat he found and wanted to show to his ex-girlfriend because it had a really long tail. He gave us joints.
He also bought us Wendy's, gave us Toronto transit tokens and paid our bus fare from NewMarket to Toronto. What a nice guy! Hope we see him on the way back.
After a long ass bus ride, we finally made it to Toronto. Spent a couple days with my sister and her two gay roomates. We bummed around Toronto, saw Queen st. (kinda like our Broadway/Hastings), Younge st.(Grandville), Church st.(Davie), Kensington Market (Commercial Drive, with a big outdoor hippe market). Overall we had a pretty fucking awesome time. Wish we coulda met some people, but we weren't there long enough. There's a show at a place called the Cathedral next Friday and we're going to be back in town for that.
Set off Friday morning for Windsor to see some relatives, hoping to be there by Friday night so we could have some fun there. Windsor only has a population of 200,000, but it's right by Detroit and there's a lot of punk venues there. I also have a cousin who was supposedly into punk and could show us a good time.
We didn't make it there by Friday, in fact, it took us until around noon Saturday just to get to fucking Chatham, where we met up with my older cousin Tina. We stayed at her house in the country for a couple days, helped them set up the pool and fix their garden for the summer. Her husband might be able to get me some work in the coming weeks, which would be cool.
On the way, we ran into this couple from Sarnia. I has hoping to visit Sombra, but they told us it was a dump and don't bother. Shucks! I was born there, it woulda been nice to go back. maybe I will anyway, who knows. They're going to drive us from London to Sault Ste. Marie in the third week of June to go camping with them. (Woo! Camping with strangers!). That'll cut two days off our trip back.
On Tuesday Morning, Tina's husband gave us a ride to Windsor where we met up with my aunt Elaine. She basically left her apartment entirely to us for a few days because she's taking care of my deteriorating grandma. The night for me and Nato included Vodka mixers and some much needed sex.
We met up with my cousin Jesse. He's not a punk, more of an indie-kid. He was fucking covered in tattoos, though. He showed us all around town and we hung out with some of his friends that are moving to Calgary soon. Perhaps we'll see them again.
Now I'm smoking a cigarette and typing up this post. You can get a big bag of 200 cigarettes here on the native reserves for $15. No fucking preservatives or tax! They grow the shit right there.
Seeing if we can catch a bus out to Toronto for friday. If not, we'll probably leave tomorrow or the day after to hitch-hike there. I hope you guys are having lots of fun in Vancouver. We'll be back for Cannabis Day.
In Regina we scored some luck, though. I caught a trucker going east and he4 gave us a ride to a truck stop just outside the Saskatchewan-Manitoba border. Hin name was Al. He was nice to us and everything, even spotted us some food, but I felt kinda on edge around him, my nedneck detector went off. I couldn't have been more happy when hitching outside the rest area around midnight, a station wagon pulled up.
I love station wagons. They have big bums.
The fellow was Mike, his story was that he was going to Montreal for work before he got jacked up outside a campsite. A couple grand got stolen and he lost his gas money. We spotted him $160 to get us from the Manitoba border to Sault Ste. Marie. The entire time we just blazed up and talked about bullshit. It was like going on a long road trip with an old friend.
The Canadian shield was the most beautiful landscape I've ever seen. There's just rocks jutting up from the ground everywhere that are millions of years old. The trees are only half the size of the ones in BC though, it was kind of an adjustment.
We caught a ride from SS Marie by a wonderful lady who took us outside of Sudbury. Late at night, a fellow name Ryan picked us up `cause I had patches and shit. He was a punk rocker. He was going to leave us under a bridge somewhere to camp out, but there were no good ones and it was pouring rain, so he invited us to his lovely cottage in Alban. We drank a couple beers, watched the & wonders of Canada on CBC and blazed. He had a Misfits clock, some Op Ivy thing he made one day and some awesome music. Apparently he used to put on shows in Toronto before he settled down and was in a couple bands too.
It was nice to meet a punk on our trip. Made me feel more at home there.
A quirky fellow with goggles picked us up outside of Sudbury and took us to NewMarket, right outside of Toronto. We refer to him as Bubbles. He was dorky, but I loved him. He told us all about this rat he found and wanted to show to his ex-girlfriend because it had a really long tail. He gave us joints.
He also bought us Wendy's, gave us Toronto transit tokens and paid our bus fare from NewMarket to Toronto. What a nice guy! Hope we see him on the way back.
After a long ass bus ride, we finally made it to Toronto. Spent a couple days with my sister and her two gay roomates. We bummed around Toronto, saw Queen st. (kinda like our Broadway/Hastings), Younge st.(Grandville), Church st.(Davie), Kensington Market (Commercial Drive, with a big outdoor hippe market). Overall we had a pretty fucking awesome time. Wish we coulda met some people, but we weren't there long enough. There's a show at a place called the Cathedral next Friday and we're going to be back in town for that.
Set off Friday morning for Windsor to see some relatives, hoping to be there by Friday night so we could have some fun there. Windsor only has a population of 200,000, but it's right by Detroit and there's a lot of punk venues there. I also have a cousin who was supposedly into punk and could show us a good time.
We didn't make it there by Friday, in fact, it took us until around noon Saturday just to get to fucking Chatham, where we met up with my older cousin Tina. We stayed at her house in the country for a couple days, helped them set up the pool and fix their garden for the summer. Her husband might be able to get me some work in the coming weeks, which would be cool.
On the way, we ran into this couple from Sarnia. I has hoping to visit Sombra, but they told us it was a dump and don't bother. Shucks! I was born there, it woulda been nice to go back. maybe I will anyway, who knows. They're going to drive us from London to Sault Ste. Marie in the third week of June to go camping with them. (Woo! Camping with strangers!). That'll cut two days off our trip back.
On Tuesday Morning, Tina's husband gave us a ride to Windsor where we met up with my aunt Elaine. She basically left her apartment entirely to us for a few days because she's taking care of my deteriorating grandma. The night for me and Nato included Vodka mixers and some much needed sex.
We met up with my cousin Jesse. He's not a punk, more of an indie-kid. He was fucking covered in tattoos, though. He showed us all around town and we hung out with some of his friends that are moving to Calgary soon. Perhaps we'll see them again.
Now I'm smoking a cigarette and typing up this post. You can get a big bag of 200 cigarettes here on the native reserves for $15. No fucking preservatives or tax! They grow the shit right there.
Seeing if we can catch a bus out to Toronto for friday. If not, we'll probably leave tomorrow or the day after to hitch-hike there. I hope you guys are having lots of fun in Vancouver. We'll be back for Cannabis Day.