Go Your Own Way

They say that your mind processes around 15,000 images every day {don't quote me on that}. In the Rockies, every one of them is a postcard.

I'm not sure if it was mist or snow that had descended on the mountains but either way it looked like an Albert Bierstadt painting. I really can't describe the Rockies without diminishing their quality and my photos don't do them justice. I don't know if I've ever seen anything as beautiful. Most of the time I'm standing with my jaw on the floor or wishing I was on the bus longer but I suppose that'd leave less time for adventure.

The best part of the journey for me was watching the little old man's face opposite me as he saw everything for the first time...priceless. There's nothing sweeter than someone who is truly fascinated by where they are, especially when they're frail and cute. I hope I still love life at that age.

Seriously though, like, it's actually amazing!

Ps. I listened to Fleetwood Mac the whole 3 hours and it was epic. Just a little tip for ya!

Louise x

Sometimes all there is to do...(edited)

...is take pictures of leaves.

We're in Kelowna, BC, now for a couple of days. I'm not sure whether it's down to the fact we've just been sharing a 4 bed dorm with two smelly boys but this place already seems pr-etty niice. Tuesday night is movie night but the guys are playing fifa so instead I'm catching up on the presidential debates 'cause I don't like fun and I couldn't think of a nerdier thing to do.

However tomorrow night, ladies and gentleman, is pumpkin carving night!! I'm super crazy {with a cherry on top} excited for this and no one's going to carve a better pumpkin than me...or sh*t's gon' get nasty.

These photos are actually from a solo walk of mine which was some sort of relaxing. No "WTF are you doing?"'s or explanations needed as to why the f*ck I was rolling about in leaves. Camera MADNESS.

The Elephant in the Room

I woke up this morning feeling pretty sober as I looked in the mirror and seen an almost offensively large piece of metal clinging onto my face. Paula watched me silently for a moment obviously scared to address the situation until she was given some sort of cue. My cue went something like "HOLY f*ck, what the hell have I done to my face" and was met with raucous laughter followed by "nobody's gonna marry you now". Charming. I don't really believe in karma but...her ear started to bleed. Just sayin'.

I feel like I should be listening to the Stones or The Cure or something but I think I'm gonna tear up some stereotypes and listen to One Direction very loudly wherever I go. The worst part is actually the constant shining I can see out the corner of my eye. The best part is that I actually love it.

On a random note, I'm writing this on a 6 hr bus to Vancouver to distract myself from a very unnerving, cliff-y journey. To my right side right this second is death. There are two stoned girls at the back of the bus and I can't help but assume they've travelled this route before.