The eye-lids are propped open with toothpicks after a brutally sleep deprived last week or so. Fighting off the jet lag in an attempt to adjust to the time-zone, I decided to write to you all with the latest, even though the cogs are turning ever so slowly in my mind. HMmm…I just woke up, what was I saying?
So my final week in Kelowna was a tumultuous time, rejoining the world of unemployment (ain’t it grand), trying unsuccessfully to get everything organised rather than leave it to the last minute as would inevitably occur. Thursday through Sunday saw a final drunken end to an amazing summer. A final night at the Corral (with interesting results for some), an impromptu Toga party spurred on by three louts and a megaphone, and finally a hazy rampage at Flashbacks, with inevitable late night hottubbing. Sporadically insert several attempts at the cardboard box game (yep Lau I started it in Kelowna) and it made for quite an interesting photo roll (posted soon at www.themotelbates.com)
With great sorrow, Sunday rolled around and the signature, frantic packing was put in motion. Not one for big emotional goodbyes I tried to get out of there as painlessly as possible, but who am I kidding, it’s not easy to leave behind such an awesome place and so many amazing people. As is the way of things when it comes to travelling though, and whether they like it or not they’re bound to see me again somewhere down the track. Enough with the sentimentality already! 
So it was off to Vancouver with Kelsey to keep me company. In the brief time we were there I managed to catch up with Croatian Nick and also Canuck. Wouldn’t have been as brief, if my dad hadn’t have called me at midnight in a bar bringing to my attention the fact I was actually flying out tomorrow and not the day after. Yep i get A’s for organisation.
So after a brief but quality time in Vancouver (how do you spell vertue kelse?) it was goodbye time for Canada and off to the UK. I flew over Kelowna on the way out, clinked my stella against the window as we passed the house and rocked out to the Blarney stone.
No sleep was to be found during the journey as the elderly man next to me was an expert at weasling the middle armrest and kept bumping me awake as we’d fight for control. prick! lack of sleep causes extreme irritability.
So anyway losing my focus here, time to wrap it up. Till another day Canadians and Americans, Time for some good ol pubs and pints, and trying not to get run over. (I’d forgotten what the right way to drive was)