Vancouver

Welcome to Hastings St. home of the homeless, crack heads, hookers, dealers, (no i do not want to buy any pills) mase much needed..ahh get me the eff outta here! The online adds on the motel were deceiving, definitely not a good first impression of Vancouver. Once we got out of the east side we felt much safer. We cruised to Granville St, which is basically just a street full of bars. We went into a backpackers hostel and listened to some live music. Shay was in love with the guy who was playing she said "I really am in love" about 13 times. Later that night we ended up at a dance club that played the oldest, and worst music ever. That didn't matter though we fist pumped the night away.