Jono's Travel Blog

17/10/2010 Day 47 Vancouver to Mexico

Total Distance Traveled: 2839 km

Money Spent: $15-$25

Nothing really happened between Isabell and I last night, we had a good time together drinking wine in the corridors of the hostel eating free food that random people gave us was great.

I woke up just in time for the free breakfast and the staff were very prompt at getting it off the tables at exactly 9.30.

I lingered around the hostel meeting people whilst nursing my hangover for most of the morning as the weather was again shitty out. Check out time was at 11 and so I packed my things and put them in storage, I ate some of the leftovers from last night and when I finally met up with Isabell we headed out to 3^rd Ave Promenade to get lunch. Although the weather was still overcast and horrible Isabell, myself and two other German girls headed down to Venice beach to check it out.

The walk down Venice beach boardwalk was a cool little scene with many people trying to sell their hippy and Rastafarian goods and self promoting their music/band with street performers everywhere that would follow us down the boardwalk as the Girls tried on funny hats and glasses.

Because I checked out of the hostel I had to get over to Jason and Dans place down the road and head back to the hostel to meet up with Isabell and her friends, we were going to head to some sort of warehouse party in the downtown district with Logan but that fell through so we went out to some local bars instead.

Things were going well with Isabell throughout the night (the redbull and vodka I was drinking kept me awake from fatigue) and when got back to the hostel she wanted me to take her back to where I was staying (green light, right?), I was staying in my tent in the backyard and promised the accommodation to be nothing special. She agreed to this even though I was going to pay the $100 for a room for the night. Ok, I cycled her 3 – 4 miles to Jason and Dans place with her sitting on the back rack of my bike (stylish!) where we arrived and I had to pitch up my tent… as you can see in the picture below my tent in not only tiny but also incredibly broken…. Needless to say she wasn’t that impressed, but I found this situation to be hysterical.

Keep in mind I like to treat girls well, with all the cooking, massaging and generosity I try (perhaps too hard) to make them feel special. Isabell was fantastic and when I tried to make a move on her inside my tent she flipped and thought all my efforts with her was to get her into bed. Im not going to lie, I was trying to be with her intimately as all the signals she had been throwing at me for the last few days showed.

Because I made this move on her and broke whatever connection I thought we had and whist my tent fell apart I asked whether she wanted me to take her home, she wanted me to and I cycled her back… the things I do for women!?!

I wouldn’t say the cycle to the hostel was awkward although it was disappointing she did promise she would keep in contact with me… what a complete head fuck (for use of better words because iramatio would have been fine).