Canadia, Eh?

On Day 3 we crossed over into Canadia, and the customs process wasn't exactly painless. Ashley and I withstood some serious questioning and had to wait about 45 minutes for the stone-cold customs officials to search our car. We thought that maybe it was the Couch Surfing bit that made them a little skeptical of us.

In Vancouver we drove straight to our first Couch Surfing host's house, where he left a key for us under the mat, and then walked to Commercial drive, where we drank local beer, ate Moroccan chicken bites and listened to live jazz at the Libra Room.

Upon our return to our first Couch Surfing abode, we met our host Rob, who has accomodated almost 200 Couch Surfers from around the globe. Rob was nice enough, and he said "Right?" instead of "Eh?" at the end of every one of his sentences. He told us that he's only kissed one Surfer and that he sometimes sleeps head-to-toe with Surfers when space is tight. We found him a little strange after these and other remarks and came to the conclusion that he probably hosts so many near-perfect strangers, most of whom are women, in hopes of finding a nice Jewish wife, right?