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I'm not one of those backpackers who is content to make pasta in the hostel kitchen. I like to eat. I like to go out to eat. I like to try new foods and cuisines. It's a hard thing to do, when you're in a new place and have no idea where to go. It's especially hard being alone. It's taken a lot of courage to even go into a restaurant to begin with. ...

By the time I got off my plane, took a shuttle from the airplane to the terminal, made my way through a ridiculous line to get my passport stamped (and all he did was stamp it, it's easier to get into Europe than into Canada), found a bus, took the bus, got off, got lost, found my hostel, left my bag because it was too early to check in, walked around, sat and stared, drank some orange juice, got lost, found my hostel again, sat and stared, and checked in, I had been awake for 24 hours. The flight wasn't...