When Did I Start Traveling and Why?

When Did I start Traveling?

I left Canada in Early October 2006.

Why Did you start Traveling?

I never really had the travel bug before and to be honest I really just planned this trip on a whim. Or to be entirely honest, I didn't really plan the trip. I did however buy a one-way plane ticket to Paris and hoped it would all fall together in the end.

I guess I should go back a little bit to before the trip to try and explain this one.

I grew up in Vancouver and after high school I was pretty much not doing much with my life so I threw an application in to the Canadian Military down at the recruiting office. I actually forgot I applied because they took about 3-4 months to get back to me and suddenly I found myself running around like an asshole in green pajamas in St Jean Quebec, or rather I mean to say I was learning how to be a solider in basic training.

Few more years of school stuff in the military and I found myself working 700 feet underground in North Bay Ontario at 22 Wing. Did I mention the 6 months in the North Pole (CFS Alert)? Been there, Done that.

I was a little bit frustrated after getting back from the North Pole, largely in part due to the fact I got to work with "real" people and not the screwed up bureaucracy, power struggle and bastard french clique MWO's in North Bay. It was a real cluster fuck down there with no changes going to happen anytime soon. I had a pretty fucked up relationship and it was uncomfortable being there, small places everyone knows your past, history and probable future.

So after getting shit on for something I just had enough. You can only treat your subordinates so bad before they are going to tell you to go fuck yourself, I finally hit that point. My release papers were submitted and six months later I was happily playing civilian in Europe after a few months of getting dicked around by ass-clowns. But FIGMO and was on my way...

Was that bitter?

Ok, not everything in the military was bad. I got some interesting training, a bunch of certifications (nearly certified insane in the process perhaps) and met a whole lot of really great friends. It was a good experience, there was just a few brown nosing officers and old-timers who need to step to the side and die (I mean retire...) and I think things would have been much more positive.