Sault Ste. Marie

Day 8 - Welcome to the Soo

I started my day with a walk to the airport and killed my time there on Discord again before boarding my plane to Sault Ste. Marie. I was quite disappointed that there was no Tim Hortons at the city airport, since I definitely would have gone for it. On the plane, I thought about how relaxing those short flights I took actually were. They provided an opportunity to get lost in music and thought, which I need to recharge. The flight was 45 minutes delayed, which was just as well given I would have to wait for Quin to finish his shift before he could pick me up from the airport anyway. Flying over Lake Huron made me realise how enormous the Great Lakes actually are. There was nothing but water in any direction. I completely underestimated the sheer size. We could as well have flown over an actual ocean. After arrival, I walked around outside a bit because the weather was way too good to be waiting inside. So here I was, in rural bumfuck Ontario, not really sure what to make of myself. I started to realise how little I actually knew about Quin. At least that meant we wouldn't run out of stuff to talk about. Him and his girlfriend Krystin picked me up and we sang along to some songs together on the ride back to town. We got some fried fish and poutine and went back to his mum's place to eat while watching a Canadian trash show called Trailer Park Boys. I told some stories about New York and Krystin then drove back to their place to clean up a little. Quin and I took a walk around his neighbourhood and the forest while we had some music playing. It was lovely to see rural Canada slowly awakening to spring. Quin is the kind of person who will sing along to any song and actually jump into the air when he's excited, I enjoy his company very much. You actually gain a bit of energy yourself just watching the guy enjoying himself. He made fun of my quirks in pronunciation and I therefore started counting the times he said "eh?", but I stopped at 7. Krystin picked us up again and we drove to a Native American reservation to buy weed-slushies - I had no idea such a thing existed - and some shrooms for the next night at the camp. My slushy tasted like grapes and as I was about to find out, would get me really high. We continued to a supermarket and got some Canadian snacks for me to try and ingredients for dinner. We cooked some goulash and made spätzle. Very cliché European, I know. Cooking while being high is something I'd never done before, but it's actually a lot of fun, even though it probably took slightly longer than I intended. We also went through most of the Canadian and some of the Austrian snacks. I got to try some really good things but also curious stuff like ketchup flavoured chips which taste - and I promise, I haven't gone crazy - quite alright, although in a bit of a weird way. We had some red wine for dinner and watched another trashy Canadian show called Letterkenny. By this time, I was pretty done. I hadn't been this high since my experiences in Copenhagen, 2015. Edibles definitely seem to be getting to me. We decided to call it a night and get some rest before going to the camp the next morning.Baca lagi