The next day, I was thrilled to see Federer win Wimbledon for an unbelievable 7^th time. As a sportsman, he has my respect like almost no one else.

I followed it up with some sport of my own when Raf and Trevor took me to play a friendly game of volleyball. I have 2 words for that: Sandy awesomeness. And that was before watching a skate competition, having a BBQ and going to a gig put on by some a band from Alberta that Raf knew. Incidentally, their sound was described as depressing, pumped-up folk by Trevor, who got it absolutely spot-on. “Fire next time” is their name if you want to check them out.

It was a great day bar one thing: I couldn’t work out how to solve the Rubix cube key-chain I was carrying around. It pestered me constantly. One of these days, I am going to get on Youtube and sort this out once and for all.

The next day, woke up with the intention of leaving but after sorting my stuff out and sending some messages it was 3pm, and it didn’t make an awful lot of sense to rush, only get a few kilometres under my belt and potentially struggle to find somewhere to sleep. Instead, I went running. Predictably, I ignored the fact that running and cycling are very different, got excited, and sprinted my stomach into meltdown.

That evening we made sushi along with Trevor and his friend. It was the first time I had ever made it, and though a time consuming process, I felt like it was thoroughly worth it. While eating, we talked at length about Pokemon, before Raf and I actually watched an episode. And I’ve decided; Brock really needs a girlfriend.