The last day of Vancouver was a great one.

There is a store called Booklovers which I loved. Basically the owner had purchased a ton of books at a warehouse sale, and set up shop to sell them, just for a little more. What happened was because he also offered to buy books too, the shop was literally stacked to the roof with boxes of books. It was somewhat organised for some shelves, but the rest was a free-for-all. Every box said something. For example, this guy must've loved NBA, and this woman worried a lot about being a parent.

Outside shop he was stacking boxes with 'free' on them. Among the books out there, I took a Paris 2003 travel book and a history book from 1790 to 'modern day' (1955). I liked that shop.

That night was the BC Lions game, and I had initially planned to leave at 6pm, but when I was offered free tickets to the game, I booked the 12:30am. I took Cormac with me to the game, picking him up with Erica at the airport since he just flew in from his medical check-up.

On the way I dropped my gear at the bus station and threw my luggage into a locker. I paid for four hours, and took only my camera and about $40. Should be enough, I thought. It's just a football game.

We were dropped off at the stadium and caught up with Eamonn and Craig. The atmosphere of a football game is immense. You have the fanatics decked out in the bright orange colours, very attractive ladies selling calendars of the Lionettes, the cheerleaders (I was tempted), and two beers in each hand of anyone who was old enough to drink.

So we jumped right in, ordering the first round and sitting down at the seats, located in the middle of the rows just to the right of the posts.

In short, the game was exciting. People were getting riled up from punt 1. We yelled our nurries off. Three Ward boys in a row (Craig left to "work"). The game was coming to an end, and the lads were keen to hit a club for a few brews before I left. "You might be booking another bus," Cormac laughed.

A quick walk down to the Roxy, and we hopped in when the bouncer was turning a blind eye. We shared many more laughs.

Cormac reminded me I had to go. It was almost 12, and the bus was at 12:30. We left, and they paid for the taxi to the station. It was very nice of them, since I bought the last drinks before then.

I got to the station and ran to the lockers. It was 12:20, and the bus was almost ready to go. I look at the locker.

'2 Hours Overdue. Please pay $2'

I reach in my wallet for money. None. Not one single penny. "Crap," is all I could conjure. I start to panic a little, and I run over to the security guard and try to explain my case. It was hard since I had a bit to drink, and it's hard to sound sober when you're not. I promised the guy I had plenty of money in my bag, which was in the locker. I was worried the bloke was thinking I just didn't want to pay. But I couldn't, since my money...and my ticket...and my undies...were in the locker. He rushes off to get some change.

'12:28'. "Crap crap," I said. Yes, it's double-time. The guard runs back with $2, and I throw it right in. I grab my bag and hand him a $20. "Ish the shmallest I got," I barely manage to say. He runs off again. I run towards the bus with my bags. The driver is just about to close the luggage doors.

"Can't put that on the bus, sorry," he says with a stern face.

"What? Why not?" I reply with a frustrated response.

"There's no tag on it."

"No tag? You don't know where you're going?"

A word of warning: Don't be cheeky to bus drivers on first acquaintances. There was a girl my age who was also a little late, but she didn't make it onto the bus.

The gaurd runs back with my change, and thanking him whilst chucking my bag in the bus, I get inside and look at the almost filled bus and find the first available seat.

Finally, I thought. In the bus, with everything.

Man, I'm not feeling so well.