Day 5: Ok, so last night Nathan, the Ozzie guy and I had quite a laugh and he told me "I'm kinda stressed, ay" cos everyone had been telling him that he wouldn't get accommodation. He was skint and had been forced to hitch hike in and out of town on one of the 'lady's' reccomendations.

The 2 butch lesbians Kim and Ayda also decided to thoroughly scare the hell outta of us by telling us about the lack of accomodation for like the 100th time for the day and the fact that bears, yes bears, occasionally ran-sack their rubbish. Nice. I had noticed the bear warnings on their billboard. I was starting to wander if London was such a bad place after all...

So, determined to make a go of it, I went into town to give out my resume (CV) and meet Feli, my new prospective housemate and best friend of about approximately 2 hours collectively.

My first mishap was in a bar. I asked to give the manager my resume and then he was promptly summoned and gave me an impromptu interview. He asked to see my resume and in total horror as I opened my Bunac pack, the condom they had given me (see day 3) fell out of my pack in slow mo with me completely unable to stop it.

I lent down to pick up my strawberry flavoured job stopper waiting to see the look of disgust in my interviewer's eyes and realised he hadn't even noticed. I skillfully deposited it in my pocket and carried on as if nothing had happened laughing like a crazened fool inside. Phew!!

The manager informed that he liked the look of me, was it becos I practised safe sex?. No, becos apparently I looked smarter than the average snowboard bum that waltzed in there but without Whistler accommodation he wasn't interested!! Aaaarrggghhh!! Bloody chicken and egg - which comes first.

Then Feli rang excitedly and told me she'd got accommodation!!...

...We met and then I discovered it was only til the beginning of Dec. This was becoming not very funny. We met with some other girls I knew from Bunac/England and they told us they'd sorted a flat. We shared horror stories - which were becoming familiar - about young desperate seasonnaires wandering around with big cardboard plaques begging for work and accomodation or being forced to sleep on benches.

It was bloody cold again in Pemberton and I went to bed with the sound of bears - I kid you not - baying (they sound like donkeys but obviously more menacing) late into the night. The coldness and bears were 2 very good reasons not to resort to park benches but if things carried on like this the sitch wasn't looking good...

I knew Whistler was a bit warmer and had much less bears than Pemberton - I started to wonder where I might be able to get a marker pen and a piece of cardboard from...