Mundane Details
So here I am, sitting in Vancouver, trying to access the Social Science and Humanities Research Council website, so I can print out my application, put it in the mail, and not have to worry about the stupid thing anymore. However, it being Monday, I think the government is taking a day off. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Maybe I shouldn't mail until I get to Ottawa anyways, I never quite trust the mail system. Strictly speaking this isn't really an Africa entry, but Emerson said I could use his little book as soon as I got going, and that started today.
A perfect day to leave the island, the ocean wrapping us in fog so dense there was a BC Ferries working standing on the bow deck for the whole trip, just to make sure we didn't hit anything. No gulf islands, no Active Pass opening out into the Georgia Straight. No seals, no whales, no cold winter sunshine, just a blanket of thick and heavy cloud sitting on the ocean like it owns all of this. Just the lights of Swartz Bay, the seagull that glides alongside the boat all the way to Vancouver, the eavesdropped conversations, the half hour nap, and the lights of Tsawassen. Oh, and the ubiquitous smell of White Spot burgers. Bye bye home.