I’ve been running for two weeks. Metaphorically of course—I don’t have time to run unless it’s after the bus.
It was to be expected: the pre-traveling rush is always intense. I had to wrap up work projects, prepare for the fact we are leaving for seven weeks and in between, keep up with the usual stuff such as grocery shopping and sleeping.
While we don’t plan our trips much (we still have no idea where we are heading after landing) there are still some prep work to do. Finding summer clothes at the back of the closet, buying toiletry products, a new pair of shoes, changing money etc.
Two Pairs of Shoes
I hate shopping for shoes (never quite understood women who collect dozens of pairs!) but I needed a new pair of hiking shoes. Most of the good brands (Columbia, North Face, Merrell, etc.) are expensive so I looked around for bargains. Unfortunately, whenever a pair of shoes was on sale, it was invariably only available in a small size such as 6 or 7. Ahem… I’m size 9-10. I finally splurged on a nice pair of Merrell only to spot another perfect pair of shoes, slightly cheaper and on sale, a few days later. So I bought it too. Now I have two pairs of hiking shoes—no more shopping for a while, yay!
I spent a while getting new eBooks and organizing my library on ITunes to feed my iPod. For eBooks, I use calibre, an awesome free library management system. On the other side, I hate ITunes with the burning hate of a thousand suns. It always wants to update or to install crap I don’t need such as Safari, it bugs, it loses my files… Ugh. No more ITunes. When I get back, I’ll look for an alternative.
Protected By France
I also did a lot of paperwork lately, including registering at the French Consulate in Toronto, thanks to Lily’s reminder. I never got around doing it because French who dare to live outside Quebec had to register in Toronto in person but I learned that now, you can just send your application by mail. Registering as a “French living abroad” is a good idea because you can vote for French elections at the embassy and can have your IDs renewed there as well. I don’t care much about my French IDs (I have a Canadian passport now) but I do want to vote for the presidential elections next year. I hadn’t filled in any French paperwork in a long time and it was a reverse culture shock. I had a good laugh at the card I received as a proof of registration: it’s a cheap tiny laminated black and white card that proudly states at the back “this person is under the French consular protection”. Gee, thanks. You know, just in case these heartless Canadians would harm me during a snowball fight.
Shopping For Camera
Feng and I toyed with the idea of buying a small waterproof camera. We headed to Futureshop where one of the models was on sale. I wanted to try it but there was no battery. Half an hour later, an employee managed to turn it on.
“So what are you planning to do with that camera?”
“Er… Take it to the beach normally. We won’t be diving or anything,” I said. “We just wanted a camera that can take a bit of water.”
The employee made a face. “You know these cameras are not that great around water—”
“But they are sold as waterproof!”
“—And they don’t take great pictures. What you need is a DSLR.”
“I have a DSLR. The point was to buy a cheap camera I can take on a boat or at the beach.”
“Yes but with a DSLR…”
And I left. What was I going to do? Buy another DSLR to take into the water?
A few days later, I went to Henry’s onBank Street, still looking for a cheap—not necessarily waterproof—point-and-shoot.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, thanks. I’m looking for a point-and-shoot as a backup camera for a trip.”
The employee smiled at me condescendingly.
“And what will you be taking pictures of? Your cat, your friends?”
“I don’t have a cat.” I almost added that I didn’t have friends either. “I’m mostly into landscape and street photography.”
“Of course you are.”
More condescending smile. He went behind the counter and grabbed a $400 compact Nikon.
“This one is perfect for you. It has a lot of megapixels and you can zoom.”
“Ahem… $400 is actually over my budget for these kinds of camera. See, I have a DSLR and I’m just looking for a cheap backup. And I don’t care so much about megapixels, most cameras have the same standard these days.”
“I have this one too.”
I looked at the price. $359.
“You’ll love it, it comes in pink and in plenty of colours.”
Alright. I do have a pair of boobs but I’m a photographer, condescending motherfucker. I don’t need a pretty camera. I need one that can take pictures and that has a relatively quick shutter.
Of course I didn’t say that. I just left the store and made a note to self to buy online. Henry’s online used store isn’t bad but in this location, employees are consistently condescending and arrogant.
Alright, I should be packing… Do you know that nightmare most people had at one point or another where they go to work or to school and they realize they aren’t wearing any clothes? Well, I had the traveling version of it. I was rushing to pack and I suddenly realized my backpack was empty and that I hadn’t taken anything.
So yeah, I’d better pack.