Apr
22
2009
Canada Diary - Day 2
Seattle - 13 May, Day 2.
Woke up at 6am, after only 4 hours sleep, because it was still 2pm for me on English time. Jet lag not yet causing problems, liberal amounts of whisky and fruit seems to do the trick.
Weather: Greyish, a little cool, but good.
Hostel is opposite the Open Public Market, oldest of its kind in US - little slice of American history right there. Seattle is quiet but clean and new, lots of new building jutting into the sky wherever you look, modern and attractive.
Seattle isn’t really a tourist city, especially now it’s started to rain. Apart from the entertaining Pike Place Market there isn’t much to see. At Pike Place is the Pike Place Fish Co. something I’d bizarrely already seen in a Haterose training video. They tend to yell things like “Ooooneeeeaaa craaaab!” a lot and make a point of always throwing the fish at each other and customers. You want some fish then they hand you a sheet of paper and yell “go long”. Whether you catch your fish or not is down to how fast your reflexes are. Stopped to chat to them about having seen them on video. Guy wasn’t very interested, either because I wasn’t talking about fish tossing or because the strain of fame had already become dull to him.
Lunch at the PP bar and grill.
Now I remember why I don’t get up early, it makes the day too damn long. Seattle is a strange place, apart from coffee houses nowhere is open before 10 am.
Free dinner at the Green Tortoise Hostel - fantastic tacos. Afterwards everyone goes to a bar. ‘The Central’, a rock joint that did pints of beer for a dollar. When I say beer I should say that I mean lager. Canada doesn’t do ale, and when it does it’s fizzy. Fizzy! Went with the guide Alesha, 2 English guys, James and Liam, 1 Canadian girl Anne and 1 Aussie Dustin, whose lack in stature was more than made up for in the rate at which he could talk. Drank quite a lot, listened to two good bands, one called Punishment Fort who gave me a free cd, and had an ex military diamond miner from Alaska try and rip my arm off unsuccessfully. No flies on me buddy, better luck next time.
Afterwards went to a swish but empty club for posh cocktails, had a long talk with a homeless guy about the blues and went back to my dorm to crash.
Weather: Greyish, a little cool, but good.
Hostel is opposite the Open Public Market, oldest of its kind in US - little slice of American history right there. Seattle is quiet but clean and new, lots of new building jutting into the sky wherever you look, modern and attractive.
Seattle isn’t really a tourist city, especially now it’s started to rain. Apart from the entertaining Pike Place Market there isn’t much to see. At Pike Place is the Pike Place Fish Co. something I’d bizarrely already seen in a Haterose training video. They tend to yell things like “Ooooneeeeaaa craaaab!” a lot and make a point of always throwing the fish at each other and customers. You want some fish then they hand you a sheet of paper and yell “go long”. Whether you catch your fish or not is down to how fast your reflexes are. Stopped to chat to them about having seen them on video. Guy wasn’t very interested, either because I wasn’t talking about fish tossing or because the strain of fame had already become dull to him.
Lunch at the PP bar and grill.
Now I remember why I don’t get up early, it makes the day too damn long. Seattle is a strange place, apart from coffee houses nowhere is open before 10 am.
Free dinner at the Green Tortoise Hostel - fantastic tacos. Afterwards everyone goes to a bar. ‘The Central’, a rock joint that did pints of beer for a dollar. When I say beer I should say that I mean lager. Canada doesn’t do ale, and when it does it’s fizzy. Fizzy! Went with the guide Alesha, 2 English guys, James and Liam, 1 Canadian girl Anne and 1 Aussie Dustin, whose lack in stature was more than made up for in the rate at which he could talk. Drank quite a lot, listened to two good bands, one called Punishment Fort who gave me a free cd, and had an ex military diamond miner from Alaska try and rip my arm off unsuccessfully. No flies on me buddy, better luck next time.
Afterwards went to a swish but empty club for posh cocktails, had a long talk with a homeless guy about the blues and went back to my dorm to crash.
