Adapted from an article written October 2008.
As summer exhales its final hot breaths over Kamloops, two nomads from opposite ends of the country come together in the city’s streets, bonding over their shared love of marijuana and life on the road. A few weeks later I meet them on the sidewalk of Victoria Street as they are about to make their way to Quebec for the fall and winter.
Michael is a 19-year-old from Montreal who arrived here this summer after stowing away on trains from Quebec to British Columbia.
“I came here for traveling and for work, but I have not found a lot,” he tells me in a French Canadian accent. His brief time spent in the province has included odd jobs such as fruit picking and a stint at a winery. Now he is sitting downtown by the curb, sporting a short black Mohawk and dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jeans with a Sex Pistols patch sewn onto one leg. He plays an acoustic guitar for passers-by, hoping to gather enough change in his open guitar case for a meal and some cigarettes. Continue reading “These Trainhopping Two”