The Continuation ...

So when we left off our two brave voyagers were setting off into the depths of Vancouver city intent on their mission : find a hair salon that would provide both dreading and dying services for a relatively low cost.

That's right. We decided that the Pearson hippie bug had infected us. So we spent the morning hunting down salons and finally set an appointment at DejaVu, a Carribean hair shop downtown. Then in the afternoon we headed to Quest Food Rescue to clock some vlounteer hours. It was a really cool place Quest was. Basically, they resuce food pallets that big stores have deemed not worth the effort/damaged/near expiry. The corporations would usually send that food to a landfill, but instead Quest offers to go pick it up and take it off their hands. They then sell the food at a highly reduced price (less than 1/3 the original) to families that couldn't otherwise afford to buy their own groceries. It's really a cool program. However, a lot of the food they still can't use. So they dispose of it in an eco firendly way. They compost eveythign they can, recycle what they can and then dispose of the rest. So that first afternoon I spent about on hour price ticketing things. It was cool ... I got to wear an apron adn use the little sticker gun. I got really fast and since I was doing it with other Pearson students we just had a really good time. Then I got to compost most marshmallows than I have ever seen before in my life! A whole pallet of boxes, thirty boxes per pallet, thirty bags of mini-multicoloured marshmallows per box. It was hardcore. We opened all the boxes (recycling), opened the bags (garbage) and threw the marshmellows in the compost. Two dumpsters adn abotu four grabage cans full of marshmellows. It was phenomenal. I'll get the picture on as soon as I can!

That night was Ben's birthday, so both hostel groups (our hostels were across the street from each other) went to a house that was being rented by a few other Pearson first years to celebrate and generally hang out. You can't keep Pearsonites away from each other long! It was a good night. The fact that the whole thing was organized by firts years and there were only a few second years there was really neat.

The next day, Sarah left the hostel bright and early to put in her final shift at Quest, Rhubini and I slept in adn then headed to our hair appointment. We were there from 11:30 till 5:30, but we left as new people. I have adopted the name Wolfgang Madusa Puck (don't ask) to fit the new look. Rhubini is hereon known as either Simba or the Happy Hippo (it was meant to be hippie ... but a slip of the tongue rendered it hippo). That day went really quickly, as most of it was spent in the hair salon. Sarah and Clare kept checking in on us throughout the afternoon adn a few other Pearson students randomly heard we were there and dropped by to examine the progress. After we were done, the four of us (Sarah, Rhubini, Clare, Claire) headed to the hostel. Clare wasn't sure she could find her way back to the house she was meant to be stayign at, so she just spent the night at the hostel with us. We bought two litres of ice cream, stole some spoons from McDonalds and had a jolly good time!

The nest day (Wednesday) Sarah left for Toronto. Rhubini, Clare and I went to the food bank to put in two shifts ... (to be continued ... to add to the suspense let me leave you with this thought ... Claire Pritchard and a 5 tonne truck ... yes, its as bad as you imagine).