"So James, what is your favorite aspect of Vancouver?" Gee, I don't know, there are just so many things... where to start? Could it be my locker that smells like old weed? Or perhaps the dirty band-aid I found stuck to my elbow upon waking up? Perhaps it's not just the hostel that endears me about this place... Maybe it's walking around for an hour, trying to be responsible (getting a social insurance number, getting a Canadian cell phone, going to the doctor) only to discover that everything is closed at 10:30am on a Saturday morning? Oh wait, I have it. I nearly forgot the best part. I am smack in the middl eof the gay district: rainbow flags, bondage stores, shirtless crazies and scores of men with bad haircuts walking the streets hand in hand. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Damn I love Vancouver, why didn't I leave Montreal sooner?