The glowing red letters reading “Central Station” beam from the old stone historic Vancouver train station as 40 nervous delegates patiently wait for the bus. Bubble wrapped poster boards, cardboard models and jittery parents follow behind. An hour passes with no sign of a bus, but no time is wasted as students pull out city pins and card players congregate. Finally the bus arrives, as students embark parents wave goodbye, sending good wishes. The journey begins.
Within minutes chatter erupts, delegates become instant friends. Jokes are thrown about, conversations about Starbucks and games of truth or dare make the ride fly by. The four hour adventure ends as the bus approaches the looming Thompson Rivers University residential building. Allowing students to stretch out cramped limbs and stiff necks. But is the adventure really ending or just beginning?