QUOTE OF THE DAY : "The World Is Yours." - Scarface

SONG OF THE DAY : Jimi Hendrix - Purple Haze

LINK OF THE DAY : Ostello Archi Rossi

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.

Just chilling in the lobby of Ostello Archi Rossi in Florence. If you follow the link of the day you can see where I was sitting. If you look at it in the next 10 or 15 minutes you might even see me, but seeing how it's 7 am in Toronto I doubt that anyone will.

Rented a vespa scooter yesterday. Zoomed around Florence and the surrounding country side. It was great. This area is so disturbingly beautiful it's hard to describe.

After motoring around most of the day I met up with Chiara. I had met her in Amsterdam and we agreed we would meet up down here. She lives just outside the city.

I had a real Italian meal with a real Italian family. It was awkward though, I speak very little Italian and her family speaks no English, so she basically was translating everything I was saying.

After that we went to a local club in Florence. It was a cool place, for the locals. Not tourist-y at all. It was a cool night a good time was had by all.

They have a big screen tv and vcr here with tons of movies. Ended up watching Taxi Driver. Quite a film. I had never seen it before and had some time to waste while waiting for the train. Well worth watching if you haven't seen it.

Hmmm... what else is new.... I'm going to Rome today... that should be cool hehe.

I suppose that is it. Loving it over here, but looking forward to coming home.

Will

   Saturday, November 29, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Where is your ticket?" -Conductor on Bus in Verona

SONG OF THE DAY : Radiohead - Sit Down, Stand up

LINK OF THE DAY : Firenze/Florence

Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

The hostel I was staying at in Verona was an amazing place. It's in a building that used to be the residence of a prominent Italian Viscount. It was built in the 16th Century, and now it is a youth hostel.

Today I travelled to Firenze, aka Florence. Only took a few hours, and I got to stop in Bologna for lunch.

So now I am in Firenze. Beautiful city. After I got to the hostel the first thing I did was go for a walk. I went to the Duomo, the 4th largest cathedral in the world. After that I went to see Michaelangelo's David. It's a hell of a lot bigger than I thought it was. Seeing it in person really makes you appreciate the time, effort and skill that went into making it.

After that I just walked around a little more. I was pleased to discover that I had stepped in a giant load of dog crap. Something in the European's blood must compell him to not clean up after his dog. Everywhere I've gone in Europe there have been giant, wet mounds of dog shit lining the streets like clockwork. Why can't they just pick it up? I always see numerous footprints in the crap, someone else is stepping in it... does anyone care?

That's the only bad thing that has happened to me in Florence so far.
This morning however I got a 22 euro fine in Verona. On the bus to the train station I dropped my ticket. It was very crowded and I wasn't able to find it anywhere. I brushed it off thinking everything would be fine, but it wasn't fine... it was a fine hehe. I got off the bus and this conductor guy asked me where my ticket was, I explained the situation to him, but he didn't speak more than a few phrases of English. He spoke the one that counted though,

"Ticket. 22 euros."

Doh. Shit happens I guess.

Staying in Firenze 2 nights. Meeting up with this girl I met in Amsterdam tomorrow. Should be good to have a local show me around town.

And that is all.

Ciao

Will
   Thursday, November 27, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "They're pretty big I guess..." - Me, on The Alps.

SONG OF THE DAY : Luciano Pavorotti - Nessun Dorma

LINK OF THE DAY : Verona

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

It's been a hell of a few days. To sum it up. When I last left you I was in Munich. After that I headed to Vienna. Now I am in Verona, Italy.

First off let me say the Alps are pretty amazing. Leaving Munich, my train rushed towards the gaping maw of the mountains. They encompass you, and steal the horizon. They are something to see. The mountain towns along the way are amazing. Villages full of red thatched roof cottages, with a giant churches in the middle of each one.

Stopped in Salzburg, incredibly beautiful place... most places in this region seem to be insanely nice. Vienna was cool. Reminded me of Berlin quite a bit. The hostel I was staying at, The Wombat was one of the best I've ever seen. If you're in Vienna you must stay there.

Now you'd think I was a fugitive from justice or something. Every time I get on a train I end up being confronted by the police. As I was leaving Munich, I was calmly sitting in my seat eating some brautwurst with mustard, I see the conducter and two dudes walking towards me. I immediately thought, "Ah he must be showing them to their seats or something."

One of the men said "Hello." I of course replied by saying hi. Next thing I know he's flashing a badge in my face

"German Polizei, Passport please."

I was like... whoa... ok... sure here you go. They then proceeded to search my bags, seeing that my passport had Amsterdam stamped on it.

"You know drugs are illegal in Germany?" one said.

"I know the rules, I don't have any." I replied.

After going through my stuff for about 10 minutes, they just stopped and said "Danke." And left. Leaving my belongings scattered all over. Nice guys hehe.

Then just last night. On the night train from Vienna to Venice. You're supposed to be able to sleep on this train. No such luck for me. I left at 7:30 pm and was due to arrive in Verona at 7 am. With a brief 2 hour stop over in Venice, which entailed me sitting on my bag outside in the cold.

Anyways, at about 1:30 am we stopped somewhere. I could only assume it was Italy, because the last stop was a border town in Austria. I was just starting to doze off when three giant, military looking guys through my cabin door open. Startled I said "What the hell?"

"Italian Police, passport, now." the mean looking guy said.

They were dressed in civilian clothes, and it was the middle of the night. It was kind of sketchy, so naturally I asked to see one of their badges.

"Badges?" The mean looking guy said. He then muttered something in Italian, which I'm sure was something along the lines of "Badges... We don't need no stinkin' badges!"

So I gave up my passport, they didn't search my pack but they asked a lot of questions about what I was doing in Austria, and what I was going to do in Italy. What did I do to deserve this? hehe.

After they left, I had settled back down again when the ticket guy barges in. 30 Minutes later the train security guards do the same. So long story short I was up for 24 hours straight by the time I finally got to the hostel.

Verona is amazing. They have the 3rd largest coliseum in the world. It's called The Arena. Too much cool stuff, can't even begin to scratch the surface.

So for now I leave you.

ARRIVEDERCI

Will
   Wednesday, November 26, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "What was the name of the bad guy from Tron? Oh man this is going to kill me." - Peter Griffin

SONG OF THE DAY : Anything by Kid Loco

LINK OF THE DAY : They own the world.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

I'm leaving Munich tomorrow. Where I don't know. How am I going to get there?... I haven't decided yet.

This place is the party capitol of Germany. I went clubbing last night. At a real industrial club. It was in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, it the club district. And man was it crazy.

Saw a DJ named Kid Loco. That's the reason I went. I had heard some of his stuff in Paris, and randomly was told that he was playing at this club. The FiereWerk was the name of the place. One thing I've noticed. German girls are by far some of the most beautiful in Europe, if not the world.

I went with a bunch of people from my hostel.
Long story short it was awesome, and I love this town.

As for my next destination. Suggestions please. Austria, Switzerland or Italy. I'll probably see all of them... just the matter of where I'm going tomorrow that I can't decide.

Suggestions are appreciated.

Aufweidesehen

Will   Sunday, November 23, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "I'll have the 1 litre lager." -Was said by me a few times too many last night.

SONG OF THE DAY : Troy Maclure - The Planet of the Apes song from the Simpsons

LINK OF THE DAY : Euro Youth Hotel.

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls

Good times. Had 80 euros stolen from my money belt last night, while I was asleep. That money was supposed to last me for another week. All I know is that I had the money when I went to sleep, and when I woke up my money belt was zipped open and the cash was gone.

Who the hell robs someone while they're sleeping. Coward. If you want my money, try and take it from me when I'm awake. Then we'll see who will come out on top.

You know what the best part of it is though? That's like $230 Canadian, and I know have very little money. How ironic that I'm now reading George Orwell's Down and Out In Paris and London. I can really relate hehe. Down and Out in Munich as it were.

So now I might have to ask the folks for some financial aid. I can't really help it though, I was robbed and I need to be over here another month. I can't take an earlier flight back if I run out of money, I'm in this for the long hall. It's ok though, I have a credit card and will use it if need be, plus the train pass is still there, so I can leave if I need to.

Good times, luckily this is free internet at the hostel.

Take it easy

Will
   Friday, November 21, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "There are only two things in this world I hate: People who are intolerant of other cultures.... And the Dutch." -Michael Caine as Nigel Powers

SONG OF THE DAY : Radiohead - Karma Police

LINK OF THE DAY : Max's Increasingly Depressing Blog

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Hmmm... No comments from my last post. And yet 50 people have visited the site since I last posted. The way I see it, my friends were afraid to say something inappropriate in front of my family, and my family was just embarrassed that I went to Amsterdam.

The way I look at it, you kind of have to go there once. I was in France on my way to Germany so it was a logical stop over. Plus I've heard it's a pretty wild town. Indeed it was.

But I wasn't constantly smoking pot or perusing the red light district. It's a historic town as well, and very beautiful. I went to the Van Gogh museum, Anne Frank's House, and The Sex Museum which was a surprisingly classy place with people of all ages.

It was also a cool time to be there. The Euro 2003 Football match between Holland and Scotland took place last night. The city was full of Scots. Thousands of them, kilts, bagpipes and all. And I pose this question to you... What is funnier then thousands of drunken, stoned Scotsman? Not much hehe.

Anyways, I admit while I was there I did smoke a few joints. To state otherwise would be lying through my teeth, and everyone knows it. It's a normal thing to do there, and everyone does it... so when in Rome...

"Oh Will... you shouldn't have done that." Someone is thinking.

If you look down on someone who smokes cannabis very rarely, like myself, then you should also look down on someone who drinks alcohol occasionally. Or someone who smokes occasional. It's all bad for you, and to look down on one of them as being bad, and the others okay is dumb. None of it good.

Toured around the red light district with a girl from Australia, a dude from New Zealand, and a girl from Italy. It's the kind of thing just have to see to believe. I was pretty weirded out by it, so were the others. I mean from our stand point the whole notion of legalized, legitimized prostitution is just weird. The Scots lost the football match so many a drunken hooligan were down there trying to make up for the fact they lost. The whole thing was just weird. I mean apparently it's tightly regulated, and a lot of the women are really beautiful... but damn I don't understand why someone would choose that as a profession. I guess it pays well.

I just wanted to see the city to say that I'd been there pretty much. I met some cool girls there too... at the hostel not in the red light district hehe. Hung out with this Italian girl, Chiara most of the time I was there. She lives east of Rome, so I'm going to meet up with her when I'm down there in a few weeks.

So to sum it up. Amsterdam is crazy. And I have mixed feelings about it. But it's definately worth checking out. Because if you're into something crazy, chances are you can do it in Amsterdam.

I was going to stay another day, but somebody stole my SCARFACE T-SHIRT !!! This enraged me so much I just had to leave the city. That was my favorite shirt and some asshole stole it. Boo to that.

It was my thing too. Everywhere I went people would call me Scarface because of the shirt. I actually met a lot of cool people because of it. "Hey Scarface, I love that movie." But not any more... now I'll be forced to wear my Bruce Lee shirt. Stupid bastard... who the hell steals a shirt !

Now I am in Munich. Beer capital of the world apparently. Tomorrow I'm going to the BMW Museum, as for tonight I think I'll hit the hostel pub.

Very long post.
Good night and good grosses bier!

Will   Thursday, November 20, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Amsterdam is #%@$ing crazy man!" - Chris, Albertan I met at the Paris hostel.

SONG OF THE DAY : Crystal Method - Trip like I do.

LINK OF THE DAY :
The Flying Pig

This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them

Well I decided on Amsterdam. It's quite an interesting place... too say the least. I'm at a pretty cool hostel, already met a few cool people.

To put it bluntly, the people here are ultra liberal. Nothing seems taboo to them. Should be an interesting stay. Going to check out Anne Frank's house tomorrow and the Van Gogh Museum, Among other things I'm sure.

Should be a fun few days, and then I'm going to Munich, Germany. Hooray for beer !

Anyways, Good night to all.

Willl
   Tuesday, November 18, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Happy Birthday to me... *tear*" -Me hehe

SONG OF THE DAY : Radiohead - Planet Telax

LINK OF THE DAY : Something Awful.com

You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.

Wow. 20 years old. Doesn't feel any different. Just kind of sucks that none of my friends or family could be around to celebrate with me. I really appreciate all the emails and messages I've recieved.

It's all good though, I had a good birthday. Treated myself to some sushi for dinner, and had dim sum with 4 people from the hostel for breakfast. It was a really crummy day though. Raining, cold, and windy, but I didn't let it dampen my spirits. How often are you in Paris on your birthday?

There was another plus to turning 20 aswell... alas I say good bye to being a teenager, but I got a free nights stay at the hostel !

Onto another topic. The Mona Lisa. I always thought it was bigger. It's pretty small actually. I know it's an amazing piece of art but I kind of felt let down by it. The Louvre has so much amazing art, and I probably only saw a quarter of it.

Where am I off to next? Well that's a bit of a conundrum. I have 2 choices. North, to Amsterdam and then on to Germany: Or South to Southern France and Italy. I'll be seeing both eventually it's just a matter of which one to do first. Suggestions are appreciated.

So I'll belatedly wish myself Happy Birthday again, and say that I miss everyone back home hehe. But I'm having a great time over here so it's all good.

Later

Will   Monday, November 17, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Where's Quasimoto?" - I exclaimed as Notre Dame Cathedral came into view

SONG OF THE DAY : Sloan - Rest of my life

LINK OF THE DAY : Zatoichi Trailer

I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting qualities
There is no fellow in the firmament


Me and Gavin Ward my friend from Toronto in front of the historic Westminster Abbey Coffee Club.

Paris... Paris. I don't know how I feel about Paris. At least it's internet cafe's have North American keyboards. Thank god for that hehe.

I got here last night. I'm staying at a pretty cool hostel call Le D'Artagnan. Met some cool people there, and we went touring around the city today. Quite a crew we were. A Canadian, A Romanian, A Malaysian, and an Australian. And I was the only one among us who spoke any French. Good times. We started off the day by going to Notre Dame Cathedral. Then we just started walking aimlessly. At some point we decided to split up. I then proceeded to walk aimlessly around the city for about 7 hours. I wasn't lost... I just didn't know where I was.

Good way to experience a city I think. Screw maps, screw asking for directions. Just pick a street and walk down it... then pick another. You can find some cool places that way I've found.

After 7 hours of walking I had to take a break. I literally couldn't will myself to walk any further. I found my self sitting on a bench in Bastille Square. So I just chilled there for a while.

To my surprise I discovered that the movie theatre across the street from where I was sitting was playing Zatoichi. Zatoichi was my favorite movie at the Toronto film fest. I didn't think I would be able to see it again until it came out on DVD. But low and behold, there it was. Apparently it's been released in theatres all over France. So this was a great opportunity. I could rest my feet while watching the coolest Samurai flick made in years. Twas a good day.

Yesterday I visited the grave of a cousin of mine who was killed in World War II. I'm the first one in my family to visit his grave and it was quite a moving experience. To see someone that you're related to who was killed in the war really brings it home. I put a Canadian Flag and two poppies in front of his headstone. The guy died 40 years before I was born, but he's family and I had to honour his memory. He was just 23 when he was killed, and after only a month in Combat in Operation Overlord. I'll be 20 in 2 days, that really gives me some perspective on this I suppose.

Anyways this internet cafe is a rip-off, so I must get out of here.

Take it easy everyone.

Will   Friday, November 14, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "EN GARDE !" - Crazy Frenchman at the Paris Train Station

SONG OF THE DAY : The Darkness - I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE

LINK OF THE DAY : France

I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends

"Well he must be dead. Meh." Said all the people back in Toronto.

Well I'm not dead. Though many of you probably think that a week sans computer for me would be fatal.
So where have I been?

When you last read, I, your humble narrator was about to see The Matrix Revolutions. I did indeed see the film and enjoyed it quite a bit. After the movie is where the fun begins though.

To sum it up, I was arrested by the Czech secret police, and placed in a labour camp. Why? I don't know. The point is after a week in captivity I heroically slaughtered my way to freedom. And thusly here I sit.

Of course I'm kidding, and that didn't happen. Or did it?

Anyways, I actually spent 4 days with some family in the midlands of England. It was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of London. I'll be returning to the UK near the end of my trip to visit some more family.

Before I go any further I'd like to take a moment to curse this FRENCH KEYBOARD AND THE PERSON WHO DESIGNED IT! It makes the German keyboard seem like a walk in the park. It has literally halved my typing speed.

So yes. I am in France. I'm doing the Guerre Du Monde II(World War II) Canadian War Tour. Spent yesterday in Arras. Went to Vimy Ridge. Very appropriate considering it was Rememberance Day. They had a small service for all the Canadians that were there, and there were quite a few. The landscape up there is pock-marked with hundreds of thousands of craters. You can explore the tunnels and trenches that have been preserved, it's really amazing.

I'd like to take another moment to curse this French keyboard. The previous paragraph took me 5 minutes to type. That sucks because in an Internet Cafe... Time is money.

I am currently in Caen. For anyone who has seen Saving Private Ryan or Band of Brothers you will know that this city was the site of some of the fiercest fighting of the D-Day campaign. This afternoon I'm headed a few miles North to the Beaches. Juno Beach to be exact. The beach where Canadian Forces fought their way ashore. Should be a good experience.

Language-wise I'm doing ok I think. My speaking French is pretty basic, but I can understand people well enough. I know what's being said, I just don't know how to respond properly sometimes. And when in doubt ask "Parlez vous Anglais?" Failing that... well you're screwed. I don't want to come off as American, so I do my best to speak French. I was in Paris for about an hour yesterday on my way here. Most people there seemed to know a little English. Caen though is in Northern France and it's not a very big city, so it's hard to find people that speak English. I guess they don't call it France for nothing.

So for now... Adieu.

Damn this crazy keyboard !

-Will


   Wednesday, November 12, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Do you want red sauce with that?" Dude at Burger King

SONG OF THE DAY : Cream - Crossroads

LINK OF THE DAY : Ah, How I miss Homsar.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Good day yesterday. Good last day in London. Went on what you could call a date with this girl Sophie yesterday. Went to The Tate Modern Art gallery, St. Paul's Cathedral, and then for some Indian food. All were good. Then we headed back to the hostel pub for drinks etc. All in all it was a very good day.

Monday night was cool too. If you had told me last month that I would be sharing a pint with 4 complete strangers from all over the world... I'd say "You crazy man!" But there I was, having a Guiness with an American, an Irishman, and an Indian. Cool blokes too. Now I'm talking like a local hehe.

The American, Chris was on submarines in the US Navy for 4 years. Hunter Killer sub marines designed to kill other subs or stalk them silently. He was the Sonar Operator and he told us some crazy stories, scary stories.

The Irishman, Alan does construction work, just down in London looking for a flat. Rough, mean looking guy but he's the nicest person you'll ever talk to. Big drinker, and since he's from the West coast of Ireland he has a really thick accent. This makes it a little hard to understand what he's saying sometimes... but it's all good.

The Indian, Raj is a student. Kind of like me I guess, taking some time off to travel a bit. Cool guy, not phased at all by the hustle and bustle of London. He's from Mumbai(Bombay) after all which is like 3 times the size of London. We made sure he tried Guinness beer, The look on his face was priceless.

Those are just a few of the interesting people I've met so far. Damn I guess I've been away 2 weeks now. How time flies.

I'm about to go see The Matrix Revolutions. 2 PM show means I get to see it before most North Americans. So just remember, as you're eating breakfast, or on your way to work, or in your first period class, Will will be contentedly sitting at the Odeon in Tottenham Court watching Revolutions.

Many people have been lighting off fireworks the past week, something about Guy Fawkes. I don't know much about that guy, but I'll have to look into that I guess.

Heading up to Bambury tonight. Meeting my Grandfather's cousin Gillian for the first time. I'm going to be spending the next 6 days meeting family I've never met before. I have so many relatives here it's almost hard to believe.

After that it's off to France, and Vimy Ridge.

Adieu

See you after the Matrix.

-Will   Wednesday, November 05, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "HEY ! SLAG OFF YA BLOODY BASTARD !" - Someone on the streets of London.

SONG OF THE DAY : Lost Prophets - Burn Burn

LINK OF THE DAY : Start a blog, it lasts longer.

Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing;

I've been having a great time. I've met a lot of cool people. Lots of Australians, and New Zealanders. French people, Japanese people. Americans, Canadians and some Britons too. And yesterday I met a girl from Norway.

On the subject of the girl from Norway. Her name is Sophie. And damned if the stereotypes about Scandinavian women aren't true. She's quite a looker, to say the least. And smart to boot.

My room at the Generator is a 4 person dorm. A guy from Maine, who is the most conservative person you will ever meet. A well dressed Australian who always seems to be sleeping, myself, and the Norwegian lady.

She just spent 4 months in Dublin working at a bar, and is in London on her way home. I seem to be the only person she'll talk to in our room, which I see as a good thing. The guy from Maine seems terrified of her, and the Ozzy, of course is asleep.

I've spent about a week total in London. So I know my way around the town pretty well now. I started talking to Sophie this morning about things to do and places to go, I recommended lots of places she should check out. The museums and art galleries, the food, and the nightlife. And near the end of the conversation she says to me.

"I still don't know what I should do today." And then she asked me what I was getting up to that day.

Now a smart man, and intelligent man, A man who realizes what is going on says "Hey I've been here a while I could show you around if you'd like."
Whereas I say "Well there's a lot of stuff to do in London, I'm sure you can find something." Shortly after saying this I began mentally punching and kicking myself in the head. I really need to get wise to the situation quicker.

Not to worry though, Sophie is staying at the hostel for another 3 days, just like me. So there is still lots of time. Better brush up on my Norwegian.

To those relatives who read the site, and are weirded out by this insight into my personal life I say this.
It's just the way it is. This site is a place for me to be candid and tell it like it is. I'm not going to suger coat it, I have to be honest.

On another note, I went to the Czech Embassy today and got the paper work to fill out a visa application. It sucks, Americans don't need a visa to go to the Ceska Republika, so why do I? Everybody loves Canada... I thought it was the U.S. that nobody liked?

Takk und god morgen.
means Thank you and good morning in Norwegian.

-Will   Monday, November 03, 2003

  QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Take a chance on Chancery lane !" - Gavin

SONG OF THE DAY : Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody A favourite on the Hostel Jukebox.

LINK OF THE DAY :World's Smallest Guitar.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Had a good halloween. The Generator Hostel is an awesome place. They have a pub/club right in the place. Open until 2 am. There was a big Halloween Bash there last night... lots of people came in costume. I went as Backwards Man ! Which entailed me wearing all my clothes backwards.

So anyways, Gavin was coming to London yesterday from Oxford. I read that on his blog and that was all I knew. He said he was coming in at 1:40. So I was kind of annoyed. I'm in London, and I have a friend who's in London but no means to contact them.

But it was ok. I'd already made some friends at the hostel. There was Brian the former US Marine who served in Bosnia, and there was Marjolaine the university student from France. So at least I knew some people, and it wasn't that bad.

Early last night I was chilling in the turbine, which is basically the TV and eating room area; waiting for my laundry to finish. I got bored of watching some British talk show, so I decided to go to the reading room area. I walk around the corner and who do I see reading a brochure about Toronto Hostelling, none other than Gavin.

It caught me off guard. I did not expect to see someone I knew from Toronto randomly in London. Apparently he had read on my site that I would be staying at The Generator so he decided to go there.

Later, we decided to check out the town and find a good pub. We found a pub about 15 minutes away from the Hostel. However we somehow managed to get lost. Really lost. I said "Oh we'll just take this street back to the Hostel!" After two hours walking in the rain with no jacket we finally found the hostel.

Went back to the Generator bar, and a good time was had by all.

Today we just walked around London, making asses of ourselves on Gavin's digital camera. Scaring pigeons, giving colour commentary on various amusing things, ah technology.

Chilling

-Will
   Saturday, November 01, 2003