At this point I've been here for 6 weeks and I thought I tell you a little something about this little mountain village called Whistler..
Whistler is a resort town in the southern pacific ranges of the Coast Mountains of the province British Columbia Canada with a village elevation of 675m and the highest peak just above 2300m.
With a year around population of 10,000 and over 2 million visitors per year, this multiple design award winning village is one of north Americas greatest..
Well at least that's what they tell you in the brochure...
It's bull crap and fake, fake, fake..
Let's start with the design award winning thingie.. what the.. huuh.. noway.
It looks like a damn hollywood set from a spaghetti western for crying out loud..
with it's main street facades and paper thin walls, it just looks like a big Disney world for grown ups, like it's just there temporarily..
And the people living here, except all the young sesonaries from Australia in their young 20s finally finished school and just flew out the nest to be totally crazy like.. and then.. you know...
there's bums, drunks and unemployeds here.. just like Grant my noble house owner.
I'll guess that counts for the 10,000 year rounds.
And the thing me not having a job at a restaurant is actually a no brainer..
Because all they hire is young girls in their early 20s or late teens that run around in miniskirts, cleavage, ponytails and lots and lots of makeup giggling to everything you have to say to get their not so hard earned tip of 15%.. that you HAVE to give or you not welcome back despite the service...
It's like every pub and restaurant become hooters or something..
It's sooo superficial and stereotype..
And when you go out it's like 9th grade all over again.
Everybody is so freakishly drunk, all the guys think they are the shit, and the girls just don't have a clue where they are or what they're doing, swaying around in, again miniskirts, tube tops and what not..
In the toilets there's always someone throwing up all over and later still tries to get back in with some recycled spaghetti in his hair, cursing the security and throws up again...
simply what we call. 'finladsfarja'...
And I actually got here because of it, to feel young again and to have fun.!
when what I really feel is much older.. I always find myself in a corner sighing like Baloo in the jungle book and shake my head... josses...
Getting a girl to follow you home here is not a question of difficulty or good looking, here everybody gets it.
It's a question of, ..do you actually want to touch her...!?
It's a fake, superficial, stereotype and just .. just...
WONDERFUL !!