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We had been on the coach a couple of hours before our first rest stop, also known as a 10 minute smoking stop. I would say that 75% of the bus got off for a smoke. After the short stop, everyone was asked to get back on the bus. Due to security the bus drivers don't allow passenger to sit in the front row of the bus. Anyway, there was this guy who had decided he would take the front row. The driver was an oldish kind of guy, and the only way I can describe him is if you mix Tony Hart & Mr KFC together that's what the driver looked like. He asked this guy to move and take the seat that he had previously had onboard. Normally people would just move, however he started a big argument on the bus, that everyone heard. He was saying he is comfortable here and no he ain't moving. The driver just said that it was his bus, and he needed this guy to sit away from the front row. This idiot raised his voice and was starts go get a bit irate. (I just kept thinking at the end of the day, the driver could just kick him off the bus). The driver said, "Don't talk to me like that boy, I have asked you to move". The guy then came back with the best thing I have ever heard.. He said "Don't call me BOY - you're a BOY!" He also called the driver a "Naughty boy!" The driver must have been late 50's. Me and Chris couldn't stop laughing at the whole thing. This must have gone on for about 5 minutes. The bus driver gave up in the end and allowed him to sit there. I would have kicked him off. The driver just finished it saying, that if the next driver didn't want him to sit that he would had to move. "Don't call me boy, boy!" Has seemed to be a bit of a catch phrase for me and Chris now, and we keep saying it!. Boy! Lol. The next driver was a huge black guy and this little punk in the front row moved!
We arrived into Calgary about 4 o'clock, the hostel was about 10 minutes in a taxi, the instructions were a bit long winded so we took the east option. The hostel was on a road that was having loads of road works! We didn't really have much planned. However it was freezing. It would only be getting colder in the Rockies. There was a small shop across the road, and we managed to get tinned chilli and rice. It was as tasty as it sounds. The hostel does an organised night out to a local comedy club. So me and Chris rushed around to get ready for it to be told that they don't go as a group anymore. They just tell you where it is. It was a short tram ride, and then a 15 minute walk to 17th Avenue. This is the place with all the bars and clubs!
We decided we would head over to 17th Avenue and have a few drinks. We invited a girl from our dorm called Gesa she was from Germany & travelling alone. This night turned into one of the funniest nights. We left the hostel and jumped on the tram. It is free when your travelling within the downtown area. We then had to walk until we reached 17th. It only took about 10 minutes. I was dark and a little cold by now. But we found a nice looking pub and started the rounds. We started with beers but they then turned into Caesars. I have already talked about these. Clam and tomato juice & vodka, it wasn't very nice my favourite part was the stick of celery. It had started to get even more colder, so we went and sat inside. (They had heaters outside). We then started on the hard stuff. Liquid cocaine. These shots were ok to drink, nicer than a tequila. But after drinking 3 with everything else. Things were going to end messy. The bar that we were at had about 50 UK premier team football scarfs, they didn't have Fulham! Lol. Chris is going to post them one when we get back. We had a bit of banter with barmaid. Not sure she liked us guessing her age. Chris guessed her age older than she actually was!! (I think this made her angry & she made our shots worse!)
Anyway - we ended up staying in the same bar all night. It was about midnight when we left, it was raining a bit, but the beer was masking the cold. We were all pissed as a fart, but I knew we had to get back to the hostel so I lead the way. We walked back down to the tram station, and then ended up missing our stop. We actually left the free zone, we just ran around onto the other platform and got the tram back. It was then only a short walk to the hostel. I remember everything but as soon as my head touched the pillow I was a sleep, which was a bad move. I really should have drank loads of water. But sleep at the time seemed more important. It really was a great night out.
... However it doesn't end there for Chris - I found out the following information the next morning. When we arrived back into the hostel, Chris had got ready for bed and managed to plug in his phone to charge. This is pretty good, considering that he doesn't remember much of actually getting back to the hostel. He needed the toilet in the early hours of the morning and set off to the toilet. We didn't have an en suite so he just had to walk up the corridor. In just a pair of pants he left the room, allowing the door to shut behind him. School boy error. Chucking his guts up while in the toilet! He then couldn't find the room after. He remembers walking around the hostel knocking on doors trying to find our room. I was out for the count so there would have been no waking me up. Chris also remember someone in reception, red curly hair - and he thinks he asked for help to find his room. Lol... In the end the guy under my bunk opened the door for him. It was so funny when he was telling me as he wasn't sure if it was a dream - but he slowly pieced it together. Ha ha. Amazing.
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