Tales of an Internet Nomad (part eine)
May. 29th, 2005 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqCorner of Comox and Jervis (thanks Sarah, whoever you are).
Got into Vancouver OK, but completely forgot to let anyone here know when my flight would be coming in. I wandered around the terminal for a few minutes waiting, then gave up and went to the Comic Shop so that I wouldn't be lugging all my crap around forever.
Ryan and I went for some sushi, and I ordered a lunch combo and a salad, not realizing that the lunch combo came with a salad. D'oh!
Hung around with Ken, Chris and Ryan for a bit in the afternoon then decided to go to the Jolly Taxpayer (downtown), where I was planning on staying. Turns out they close up shop at 8 PM, which was long after I got downtown. So I went searching for a hotel. First place was the Wall Center, which had a single room - a double single that was for smokers. Ugh. I opted to not go with the stinky room with beds shorter than I was.
Next stop was the Chateau Granville, which was sold old of rooms. Hmm. Was it my scruffy appearance? Were the desk clerks just fucking with me? Nope. Turns out it's a long weekend south of the border (meaning lots of tourists) and there were six cruise ships in port (meaning lots and lots of tourists).
Hotel number three (which had a suite for $350) gave me a bit of advise - I would have better luck the farther I got from Granville. Cool.
Next two were also sold out, or had ridiculously expensive suites. Finally, I got the last room at the Travelodge, which was Ok. No net access though, and it was too far from any wireless access points for me to do anything.
All told, I wandered around downtown Vancouver for about an hour and a half looking for a rooms. I was hot, dusty and tired when I finally got one, so I hopped into the shower to wash off the grime, then went to bed.
So lets sum up: I failed to tell anyone about when I would be arriving. I had half a tree for lunch and I almost ended up homeless in downtown Vancouver for the night.
Apparently I'm something of a yogurt-head.
Got into Vancouver OK, but completely forgot to let anyone here know when my flight would be coming in. I wandered around the terminal for a few minutes waiting, then gave up and went to the Comic Shop so that I wouldn't be lugging all my crap around forever.
Ryan and I went for some sushi, and I ordered a lunch combo and a salad, not realizing that the lunch combo came with a salad. D'oh!
Hung around with Ken, Chris and Ryan for a bit in the afternoon then decided to go to the Jolly Taxpayer (downtown), where I was planning on staying. Turns out they close up shop at 8 PM, which was long after I got downtown. So I went searching for a hotel. First place was the Wall Center, which had a single room - a double single that was for smokers. Ugh. I opted to not go with the stinky room with beds shorter than I was.
Next stop was the Chateau Granville, which was sold old of rooms. Hmm. Was it my scruffy appearance? Were the desk clerks just fucking with me? Nope. Turns out it's a long weekend south of the border (meaning lots of tourists) and there were six cruise ships in port (meaning lots and lots of tourists).
Hotel number three (which had a suite for $350) gave me a bit of advise - I would have better luck the farther I got from Granville. Cool.
Next two were also sold out, or had ridiculously expensive suites. Finally, I got the last room at the Travelodge, which was Ok. No net access though, and it was too far from any wireless access points for me to do anything.
All told, I wandered around downtown Vancouver for about an hour and a half looking for a rooms. I was hot, dusty and tired when I finally got one, so I hopped into the shower to wash off the grime, then went to bed.
So lets sum up: I failed to tell anyone about when I would be arriving. I had half a tree for lunch and I almost ended up homeless in downtown Vancouver for the night.
Apparently I'm something of a yogurt-head.
