There is quite the stinky difference between Vancouver and Calgary in the summer, which I have just realized over the past two weeks. Downtown Calgary can get *sort* of stinky in some parts, but mostly just by dumpsters where the hobos pee and such.
Vancouver is on another level of stink completely. It’s like you think you know what stink is, and then you walk down say, Homer St downtown and get these various whiffs of things that would make you crawl back inside your mother’s womb and stay there. Or smells that would make you turn completely inside out in under one second. Or smells that would make you shout curse words in languages YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I wish there was some way I could better explain the horror of some of the rotten smells in this city when it’s hot out, but it’s just not the same as being here. And Granville on a Monday morning? Forget about it. You might as well just drive right around it with a haz-mat suit on.
I don’t know how this bevy of smells comes together, but there have now been two seperate occasions when I’ve smelt a smell SO bad, SO repulsive, that I have actually wanted to heave. I don’t know if it’s trash, poop, trash AND poop, and maybe drugs, but oh man, these are the smells you need to call in an exorcist for.
I mean, it makes the walk to work pretty interesting when you smell some aroma and can play “Poop or Food?!”