We arrived into Whistler at about 9pm. Our accommodation for the next couple nights was staying with a friend of Sam’s. She worked for the mountain, and lived in staff accommodation.
Without too much trouble we found the dormitory style accommodation. There were people coming and going, in and out of the rooms. Extremely close quarters compared to what we were used to in Jackson.
No one was home… Did Sam have a phone number? No. Now what?
There seemed to be a party across the hall. Maybe she was in there… No luck, infect no one even knew of an Annabel. They assured us that they knew everybody on there floor too. Slightly worried that were going to have to check into the Hilton again, we headed back into town in search of internet access to see she had left us message on email… No email.
We decided to give it one more go back at the staff accommodation. Maybe she just stepped out for a while?
Sam went up to check it out. Knocked on the door for a while. He started chatting to someone walking down the hall, while he was chatting he started banging on the door, for no other reason than because he was pissed off that all his planning for our trip to Whistler was falling apart.
All of a sudden the door opened. But it wasn’t Annabel. A very sleepy looking girl came to the door. “Can I help you?” Sam’s sure that’s he’s got the address wrong. “I don’t suppose you know an Annabel?” “Yeah, she lives here. But everyone call’s her Bell. She’s out in town.”
So after all that we did have the right address, Bell just gave up on waiting for us, as we were suppose to arrive at 6pm. Everything worked out in the end.
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