The beginning, a little bit late

This is from an email I sent to some friends, it chronicles Canada to Spain to the beginnings of Morocco. It kind of is crap and really late, but I'm going to start here. Will write more when we leave Ghana later today!
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Anyways, we started off in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Shared a Days Inn in the apparently dangerous part of town, the cab driver told us that the gas station had been knocked up about 8 times in the last four years. Shared a room with another guy and two girls. We went and had a bunch of sea food there, went to a Canadian Wal-mart, which is the same as an American one, and they even accepted US Dollars! We went to a Canadian club at night, it was the first time I was ever frisked at the entrance. The bar had like 4 different areas and about 6 seperate bars (where you could order drinks). Was pretty sweet, met a bunch of other SASers there. There was also two stripper poles you can guess what went down.

First few days on the ship sucked since I had mild seasickness, but I got used to it and I hardly notice the rocking now. Classes are a breeze here, we actually don't have many days of class since we spend so much time in port, last week and this week we actually have 12ish days off from class. Also everythings 2-4 minutes away from my cabin so it's all easy to get to. Speaking of my cabin, it's tiny tiny tiny and I have two roommates, and I sleep on the top bunk, but it's alright since I'm not there most of the time.

So last week we docked in Cadiz, Spain. Flew to Barcelona right away. Stayed in the Kabul Hostel on La Rambla street, which is like their main shop/touristyish area. The hostel was actually alright and kinda clean, nothing worse than a dorm room. Went to a place called Espit Choupitos (sp?), choupitos means 'shot' in Spanish, and they had over 200 or 1000 shots. The famous one is a Harry Potter, which is vodka or rum, then on orange and sugar ontop. They light the orange/ shot on fire to carmelize it. Delicious! Second night I was in Barcelona we went back to Choupitos to pre game, then went to an ice bar. The ice bar was basically all ice on the inside, chairs, bar counter, table, and my drink was in a glass of pure ice. Pretty sweet place, but a novelty. The ice bar is literally on the beach so we chilled there for a while, went back to our hostel and went to a dance club that's literally right next to the Kabul. Danced-ish til 5am, lotta creepy douches there though. 2nd night was Sunday and all the good clubs were closed sadly. Btw, Spanish food kinda sucks, its nothing special. And tapas are retarded, they're a "way of eating" not an actual dish.

I'm now currently in Morocco, and gotta run out to dinner at a Chinese place and a hookah bar. Will write more later.