Currently sitting at home. No upcoming trips.

There’s one more city on my road trip that I took a bunch of pictures in and didn’t post. Gatineau. It’s across the river from another large Canadian city. Someone told me it was called Aughtawha or something. I didn’t get a chance to check it out.

But anyway, Gatineau. After I decided to stop CouchSurfing, I drove east for a while and then checked into a hotel there. It was actually a golf/spa resort, which I thought was perfect for someone who doesn’t play golf or know what happens in a spa.

I got it on the cheap cause it was a last-minute booking and then got a free upgrade to a fancy room. Score! It was quite nice, though it lacked certain obvious standard hotel features. Like towel racks. It didn’t have a single towel rack. Or any way (I could see) to direct the water to the shower head. On the flip side, the pay-for-porn channel was free for almost a whole day. (The titles did not appear on my bill.)

So after I checked in and took a bath and then watched tv and took another bath, I went to check out the city.

I went to the Canadian Museum of Civilization, but much to my disappointment there was not a single mention of the game.

So then I went to Gatineau park which has the best driving roads I found on the trip. Curvy, hilly, smooth and led to a gay nude beach. Awesome.

Here are some photos of a random assortment, much like the boxes of timbits that proved to be perfect eat-while-driving snacks. Enjoy the glazed or coconut-covered or boston-cream-leaking goodness.

1. Buggery

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Bugs, bugs everywhere and also my water bottle was empty. After 4000 kms, I had killed a lot of bugs with just my car. Multiply that by the number of cars on the highways and consider those were only the bugs killed and that’s one assload of bugs in existence.

2. Stairs at the top

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I went to Gatineau Park. It was 35 degrees. There were stairs and a great view but it was too hot to remember anything else.

3. Old van

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There was a postal exhibit at the museum. They had every stamp ever issued in Canada, an orange iBook and an old truck. I’m not sure what the punchline is.

4. Saskatchewan

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Walking through the old towns in the museum was very cool and the only reason I went to the museum in the first place. I don’t enjoy them generally but walking through re-built old towns across Canada was something.

5. Parlament

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The heat was so intense at this point I thought that was a castle across a lake of fire and I was supposed to rescue some sort of hot sleeping chick. At least that’s what I told the police. When they detained me and took away my sword.

Out of the sweltering heat, I went back to the hotel and took a nice, refreshing bath before starting the long drive east.

Ten days in and I discovered a fatal design flaw in my trip.

See, the idea for the trip was to (finally) get out and couch surf myself. Hosting and attending couch surfing events in St. John’s has had such a positive impact on life, surely getting out into the world and surfing other couches across the country would be grand.

The flaw in this, however, soon became apparent. That is: I hate couch surfing.

It took me four hosts to figure it out, but yeah, I hate it. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed meeting the people I stayed with. It was great to see into their part of whatever city I was in and be introduced to places I would’ve never found on my own. It just wasn’t great to sleep on their couches. Forget for a moment that twice I had cats sleeping on or around me or that I was in a open spaces with no privacy. It’s the being in someone else’s space that I can’t do.

Hating something is a feeling, but if I was to break it down into its most definable parts it would look like this. First, it’s a logistical pain in the membrane to coordinate around someone else’s schedule. Then, when I do get into a host’s place, I can’t get comfortable. I’m always on edge and trying not to offend or impose. And I never think they want me there. Perhaps it’s paranoia, but I always think they think they can’t wait till I leave. This leads me to think that either I suck as a guest or that maybe I have really low self-esteem. Turns out that neither is a comforting thought.

This is all on me, of course. It’s clear that other people wouldn’t have the same problems with it, hence the large number of folks who’ve had wonderful couch surfing trips not unlike the one I had envisioned.

So after those first ten days, I checked into a hotel to regroup. After looking over my options, I made the tough decision to take myself off the road. I (really) didn’t want to, but it didn’t make sense to pay many monies for a trip around lands I’ve already seen.

Once I press this there's no turning back. Unless I wanted to hear 'recalculating' a lot

And so I’m going to head back east, and if all works out I’ll be taking off for another trip before too long.

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Well, I don’t say this lightly but it was the best show / concert / live performance / whatever that I’ve seen. In my life. Could be the best [...]

Today is the tenth day of my trip. I thought I’d take a tally of what I’ve done so far. Here it is in more or less chronological order without any line breaks. (Because line breaks are for wimps.)
Drove 1500 kms in 30 hours • Slept with a cat on me • Retraced the steps [...]

Second road trip stop, Montreal. I had planned to stop instead in Quebec City, but after my initial CS host fell through and I couldn’t find another, I found one in Montreal.
This visit simply re-affirmed many of my previously held opinions of the city from my first visit in 2008.
This time, I was staying [...]

The first stop on Road Trip ‘010 (that’s right, “oh-ten”) was Fredericton. The place I briefly called home in ‘03. Actually, I’m not the type to call a place ‘home’ so scratch that. The place I briefly stored myself and all my crap in ‘03. There we go.
I remember Fredericton as a rather beautiful place. [...]