Tuesday 11h56

So Steve is going to a convention in Minnesota tomorrow. Really weird how people open up to strangers and just tell their life stories. That is what he did to me yesterday before dropping me off at the hostal.
At the end, he trusted me that much that he wanted to pass me the key to his house while he would be away. I declined, preferring to stay at the crazy hostal then alone in an empty house.
So this is where we say goodbye and wish eachother well.

I feel, though, that this is one of the last times I will be doing traveling via youth hostals, I am getting a little bit too old for this shit.

Observation last night about backpackerstravel and how it has changed in the last couple of years... most of these young people now travel with a laptop and a cellphone.
They all sit on the terrace, with their icecold beer, relaxing, chilling, enjoying being out and about, yet chatting on the wireless internet with people back home.
The romance is gone.

A Mexican young man from Cancun starts talking to me, if I understand correctly, he lost his luggage, but that will not bring him down - I like his attitude... for him, 'Montreal is beauty, Beauty.' He forgets the 'full'. Adorable little man, but when he tries to tag along for the rest of the day, I think no... a little too happyhappy for me today. Today I want to wander alone.
So I invent a lame excuse and head off.
I need to figure out the rest of my trip.
Taking me some time, as I didnt give it any thought before coming here...
This is the crazy plan.

Going to Toronto on wednesday, then quebec, then the Westcoast/LA before heading to Vancouver -I know...it s a stretch-, but as long as I am on the continent...
and I finish off in Boston and NY.