What I Did On My Holidays


Chapter 32

There's No Place Like Home

29/11/99
Day 23

So we're hungry, in a city we've never seen before and it's dark, cold and wet. We ask the people that run the guest house. They say "Go to the end of the street. Turn into the main road. Pick a restaurant. Any restaurant."

These are not the exact words, but the gist is there. The nearest main road was loaded with food joints. We wandered past pizza places Chinese, Malaysian, and final decided on a Thai place. We walked in, sat down, perused the menu, ordered and looked around. There was this one obvious conclusion. Vancouver is a lot like Melbourne. It's colder, they still talk kinda funny, they even drive on the wrong side of the road, but it's a lot like Melbourne.

I don't know whether it's the multicultural mix, the British colonial history, or the "Don't call me American!" attitude, but this place didn't feel nearly as weird as the other spots we've seen. Maybe it was just that this Thai restaurant is a lot like one in Melbourne...

I guess there is a place like home. Just goes to show what some hallucinating twit from Kansas knows.


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