Leaving Vancouver

So i have landed at my new destination and have been soaking up the sun in LA for the last couple of days. Let me give you a run down of the last couple of days in Vancouver though.

With the Olympic grind continuing to thrust the city of Vancouver in chaos it was becoming apparent that my time was almost over. Chris was still trying to secure some accommodation, whereas i was rushing around frantically trying to get everything set for my departure. With only a couple of days before we had to move out Chris was still battling to find some solid accommodation. Then like a gift from the heavens he landed an unbelievable deal. Who says lightning doesn't strike twice? 2 bedroom share in an apartment that very closely rivals ours. Perfect location, can see our old balcony from his window. But the deal breaker...the roommate! All i saw was pa pa pa pa pa! Awesome bird, manages a bar, gorgeous, easy going, gets on the sauce, care free and did i mention gorgeous?

So for now Chris seems settled. All he has to do now is find some work. As of Monday (not sure how that's gone so far) he was planning to just rock up to building sites, so i await to hear the latest on that.

On my last night (the Friday Canada played Slovakia to get into the gold medal match) we had a house party/going away party at our apartment. Got some people from work over, Cam brought over a good crew of people and just had a few drinks, that turned into a few more. With having to leave for the airport the next day at 2pm one would assume the smart thing would be to have a few quiet lemonades with good company and enjoy the times....wrong! Loose night. Ended up moving the party to another place where all the Irish lads where kicking it. Finally decided the intelligent thing would be to pull the pin at 6am. Home for a few hours kip, wake up still blind and then off to deal with hard edged US Customs agents. Those guys really can't take a joke, but probably not the best idea to joke with them either.

I checked myself into the airport and then went to try soak up the alcohol in my stomach with something to eat. Finally indulged in the famous Canadian eatery Tim Hortons. Smashed a few donuts and some chocolate milk and i was set. Although i didn't quite judge the time it would take to get to my terminal. Turns out i had walked in the wrong direction, then at the last minute when realising i was running out of time i double checked where i was supposed to be headed. First time i've ever been P.A'd across an airport. Paging one Hatfield, Julian, your flight leaves in 10mins. Absolutely legged it the correct terminal and made it with 5 mins to spare. Way too close for comfort. After a stop over in Salt Lake City i was off to Los Angeles!