OK! So I got fed up of rainy Vancouver, jumped into La Julia and drove to sunny Whistler. Guess what! It was pouring in Whistler. Ok. Nevermind. Let's take a look to post olympics Whistler and its new hostel. It is big. It is modern. It is the Sheraton of all hostels. It is pretty deserted too. Just a bunch of English kids here and there. The room is very comfortable and even has a welcome sample of Axe toiletries. Sheraton...
The kitchen is all modern and gadgets stuffed. I decide to make some bread to share with my co-guests. I prepare the dough and go to bed.
Next morning after a nice shower I start with the bread baking in a... very little grill mini oven. How come! No real oven! What is going on? Only microwave? Give me a brake!
I had to bake almost each loaf one by one in the mini grill. OK. Just a new challenge. The bread was good. I waited for people to show up at the dinning room. Very few showed up. Only one girl accepted my invitation, and cut a tiny slice of bread. Another kid rejected my bread, saying: "No thanks. I have my own (industrial, preserved and old) bread". What?! He doesn't even want to try my out of the oven warm home bread? What's wrong with this world?
I was defeated. Still raining in Whistler, all wet and grey, I decided to go back to Vancouver. On my way out, I stopped at the hostel's coffee shop and offered the bread to the guy there. He was all smiles and thanks. I appreciated that, Dave! You made my day!
