A funny thing happened on the way to Sri Lanka

...I was told by the government I can't go. So I've been in Winnipeg waiting for a new assignment - which is.....Bangkok! Yup, I'm going back to Bangkok, Baby.

I've been living in a hostel, which is fascinating. No really. It is. I've never actually lived in a hostel - all sorts of people come and go here. Some are interesting travellers, some are nutters. Some are foreigners travelling our great land, others are Canadians traversing it like a curse. Most are nice & well intentioned, if crazy. Having some knowledge of Canadians, I notice most of the Canadians that are here fall neatly into the nutter category. After coming to this realization, I had a newfound respect for the owner - he can talk to all these people. It takes a unique combination of humour, patience and politeness. I have all three of these qualities, but not in the right mix I guess.
He can listen to the Crazy Woman's (she could be a Jim Carry character a la dumb & dumber, only shorter, older and, um, bigger) stories & laugh with her ramblings. When she starts off with "So Jen Deear, did I mention..." (in a nasally, squeally drawl). I politely answer questions with short reponses. The problem is when she follows me, but so far I've persistently reminded myself there must be something actually wrong with her, so I can't hit her.

So now I wonder if the people in hostels (maybe myself included) are the nutters of their respective countries. Foreigners share accomodation with Canada's crazies. Maybe we share with foreign crazies, but don't know it because we assume they are all like that....

Well, off for a bday with a beach. Not what I had in mind, but that's life, I suppose....