Catching up on a few days writing here. After another mini staff training ‘bootcamp’ on Tuesday the day was drizzly. Besides a little light reading and job searching online my activity was minimal.
At my first weekly staff meeting I offered to organise the next staff outing. I’ve got a little budget for it as well. I’m trying to throw myself into hostel living. I’m really excited to get planning. I’d like to do something that the volunteers wouldn’t otherwise do on their days off.
We also discussed a little about lead roles in the hostel and what each of the volunteers might be able to take responsibility for e.g. Art Lead, Maintenence Lead etc. I think blogging or events planning would make sense for me given my previous experience.
That night my supervisor invited me to head over to the karaoke night in town to hang out with some locals. The Chieftan – It’s a bit of a dive bar. Online definitions describe a Dive Bar as a disreputable, slightly seedy, place for locals on a budget – often dimly lit. But in recent yeras, these bars have attracted students and hipsters alike as the affordable places to go and mingle with locals. And where better to go as a traveller in a new town?
So, out of my comfort zone once more, I went to a karaoke night. Not my usual night as someone who you will never find getting up to sing. As confident (gobby) as I am – singing is not my forte – singing badly isn’t even my forte. I can’t get away with it. However I am a very good hype girl / cheerleader / drunken supportive dancer.
I shared pitchers of the shitty brew recommended by the local – with orange wedges in – an acquired taste. Something I shan’t divulge in again. Getting pleasantly tipsy I smiled and chatted to a few of the resident hipsters and some slightly more rugged bearded types. People that work in mines and live on boats…
I danced the night away. Cheesy tunes and cheap beer.
I walked back to the hostel with a friendly Scot in the early hours. We went via McDonalds – I really respected his choice to opt for a strawberry milkshake like myself. It was funny to see such a dreaded, bearded, worldly hippie drinking a pink beverage through a straw and tucking in to a big mac.
Back at the hostel I stayed up chatting for a few hours with my new dorm mate and yet another handsome German. I think I’m going to get along just fine in Squamish.
The Next day, very tired, I snagged a lift up to Brandywine Falls. It was beautiful, but not quite as magical as other falls in the area. You can’t feel the spray on your face.
On Tuesday, Canada was dancing with locals in a dive bar.
On Wednesday, Canada was lounging on bean bags watching Oilers v Mighty Ducks (Hockey pals 😉 ) after a day among the pines.
As for Thursday we headed back to Vancouver and I tried my first Timbits, a truly Canadian experience apparently. (Tiny doughnuts in assorted flavours from Tim Hortons). We also visited Lynn Canyon, a cute spot on the edge of the city.
Today, today is resume (CV) day.
The Ever-loving Abigail