Eleven nights in Vancouver city and I was feeling like a local. Anyway, time to move on to Victoria, Vancouver Island, via coach/ferry package. Several Americans were on the same plan so I had four hours of their company; although we speak the same language, I was still bemused by the guy asking his wife to hand over her ‘fanny bag.’
It was a scenic ferry journey between several smaller islands that looked almost uninhabited apart from dense pine forests and occasional beach shacks. Victoria is the ‘legislative capital’ of British Columbia, built by Mawson from Leeds in 1898 – and it shows- bit like Harrogate on Sea. It’s a popular place for tourists with whale watching and ferries to the USA which is just a few nautical miles away.
I certainly don’t get the same ‘buzz’ that I experienced all the time I was in Vancouver which is probably because I like to be either ‘Uptown Cultural Capital’ or ‘ Out of Town Deserted Countryside and Beaches’. Sadly I won’t have time to see much of the wild side of Vancouver Island which is apparently spectacular.
However, there’s always the opportunity to try a new place to eat so I sought out Chinatown. I had thought that maybe I was falling in love with tofu, until I had dinner in the Fan Tan Café, now I’ve fallen out of love with tofu-again.
Tomorrow I’m off for the day with a poet who writes memoirs and life stories with individual older people.