At the Cambie
They’re all sort of the same, hostels, I like them. I’m presently at the Cambie hostel in Vancouver. Ive got to be honest I had no intention of staying here, for some reason I got it in to my mind that this place was going to be some sort of slum. I don’t know where the idea came from, I guess I just figured the only good hostels would be the ones right downtown.
When I checked out this morning I walked across the street to try to check into the Samesun, where I’ve stayed before, but I was unable to check in because I don’t have a credit card (even though I’ve stayed there before, like a week ago). Without having much choice I ended up here. Ironically I like this one more then the other two I’ve stayed at in Vancouver. It’s cheaper and more private and has this atmosphere, some intangible feeling that I like. Like all the hostels I’ve stayed, it’s an old building. Established in 1897 The Cambie maintains this old world charm that’s almost like The Leakey Cauldron, (Except there are more youths pretending to be punks and hippies. Hippies with iPhones) with a pub downstairs and old worn floors, and narrow rooms with high ceilings, as I said I like it..
Living with very sparse furnishings has become a simple pleasure for me. There’s something about having a room with just a bed and table in it, on wooden floors, with a large open window letting in all the sounds of the city that resonates simple contentment with me. Also because I have a weird—relative to most people here—sleeping cycle, I am lucky enough to find myself alone when ever I want to use the kitchen or common room. I’m up and out early and by time I get back to make a snack or read everyone else is finally up and gone.
It’s been another full day today, but a very relaxing full. After checking in and locking up my bag I headed out to see some of Vancouver. I know the downtown core really well but I’ve seen hardly any of the surrounding area. I thought the best way to see the city was the most common, transit. For $2.50 I got to sit comfortably for almost two hours as the Skytrain zoomed along looping the entire city. I was relaxing and beautiful and I really got to see a lot. Lots of people all doing their own things with their own thoughts and lives. A great diversity of homes, some considerably slummy others big and well kept. The Skytrain line I was on was entirely outside, which in itself is a welcome change from the dark of the Toronto subway. I rode it right to the end, which was a quiet little station pretty much uninhabited, and there were lots of trees so when the train stopped for about five minutes before starting back I got to sit in the car alone with the flickering shadows of leaves in the windows and the warm sun coming in. It was just so relaxing. It’s little moments like that, that make putting up with having no money and being a little lonely really worth it.