Today was glorious. The sun was shining and there were enough clouds on the sky to make it interesting. I was glad because I had a ride of about 40 km to get to the small peninsula (Tsawwasse) where I had to take the ferry to
Vancouver Island. It was
highway riding, which in my little scooter is less than fun, but I finally got
there around 10 am, in perfect time to catch the 11 am ferry.
The crossing of the
was uneventful. The ferry is enormous compared with the little Vietnamese
ferries I am used to, so the deck is steady and large enough for one to run
laps. The view becomes fascinating once the boat reaches on the other side of
the strait and begins weaving its way through the Georgia Strait San Juan
Islands. Surprisingly there is a large number of people living on
the islands, in attractive large estates. Talk about being isolated!
Once on firm land I went for less than 5 km before stopping in the little town of
for lunch. It is a cute, well-kept Canadian town that I will remember for the
large number of bookstores I saw in Main
Street. I did stop on a couple of them, but kept
repeating Annie’s mantra that I cannot buy anything because I don’t have any
place to carry it.
I made it to
sometime around 2:30 pm, and by the time I had arranged for a bed at the hostel
it was definitively mid afternoon. Downtown is developed around an inlet,
around which are the beautiful buildings of The Empress Hotel and the
Parliament of British Columbia (I didn’t know that Victoria is the State Capital of BC).
Following the inlet eventually took me on a scenic tour of the peninsula where Victoria is located,
mostly looking at houses that were to die for, not for their opulence but by
their perfect design and very manicured appearance. Annie and I noted this in
our tour of Quebec:
Canadians seem to enjoy living in perfect houses, and must put enormous amounts
of time making sure they remain perfect.