Start elementary school. I'm good in all the writing subjects, even French. In Canada you have the choice of studying various subjects in both English and French from a young age.
Hockey is wearing me out by now. I'm often injured and falling behind my team mates. I decide to give up, i'm sick of ice anyway I want to go somewhere warm.
On finishing high school, myself and a few friends have decided to travel the west coast of the U.S. However American trains are substandard and overpriced for the lousy service so it's by Greyhound coach and with team arthritis!
Or we spend the summer at home and earn the money to put together and buy a campervan. This seems wiser and we decide to leave in September and escape the Canadian winter.
San Francisco. Beauty of the west coast. Unique vibe with a bohemian
lifestyle. This place is timeless, anyone who goes there will be
charmed.
Los Angeles in the early 90s. What a hellhole! Dirty,
crowded, seedy. It's a magnet for hollow dreams. Of course, as we
expected, one of our group was robbed of his camera.
Nevertheless, it's the place to be and we celebrate an unforgettable new year eve's here.
The new year brings indecision. Some of our group want to stay in California until the end of winter and the minority have priorities back up up north.
The rest of us decide to regain lost time in San Francisco and the photographer amongst us wants to take time to experience rural California and the wild coast. A great idea which leads takes us to see Yosemite in the spring.
By now our tag along has become a friend. Travelling together builds trust. We discuss recent political history and I take an interest in the role of journalism within politics and revolution.
