Waseq (aka Rick) was a little late picking me up, apparently there was traffic and he went to the wrong street corner, far away from where I was standing.
We picked up his three girlfriends, Heba, and I can't remember the other two. One of the ladies was from the Philippines, where she trained to be a nurse. She came here to take a get this, marketing degree at Ottawa U. Bizarre.
Anyway, I got to Toronto way earlier than I had planned and so I decided to slowly make my way downtown to the hotel. I got dropped off at Islington station which is forever away from downtown, but no matter. There was a lot of time before I had to meet Owen, I don't think he was supposed to get to the hotel until at least 1 a.m.
There were no maps in the subway car I was in, so I got lost of course. There was a lady looking drunk and swaying around. I figured she would be a good person to ask directions of. She told me I was on the wrong subway line. Yeah, I know. She told me how to get there, and I thought I was back on track.
"So what are you doing tonight?" I ask.
"Going to see Avatar."
"Oh..." sad look on my face, I did not want to see Avatar. "I have a few hours to kill, so I was hoping it was something exciting."
"Ohhhhhhhh but it's in a special space."
I laugh, "What? What kind of space?"
"What do you do in Ottawa?"
"Oh I work for a travel website."
"Oh OK, it's a pot cafe."
"Haaaaaaaaahaha what? I'm TOTALLY in."
Her name is Naomi and she takes me on a wild goose chase to try and find the subway to "Clandestiny" the head shop where in the back, there is a secret room with clocks all stopped at 4:20, people nearly passed out on couches, large hookahs scattered about and dogs romping around the room.
By the time we get there, Avatar is halfway done, and that's good anyway, since I kind of have to get back by 12:30 ish. The movie sucks but it's a nice way to end my travel to Toronto.