Pace on Earth

Ghost Town

After our fantastic meal on Sunday I awoke a little lethargic on Monday but also eager to get back to Vic to hook up with some more old friends. I got on the 1 o'clock ferry out of Tsawwassen and was reminded how beautiful of a boat ride it is (I have pictures but I currently missing the technology to get them off my memory card)

I caught the double-decker in Schwartz Bay and headed towards town. It felt a bit odd to be travelling down the Pat Bay, the road I took to and from work for my last two years in Vic. Being there kind of felt like putting a favourite sweater from childhood. Full of good memories but I didn't quite feel like it fit me anymore. As the bus neared town and hit the crest of the hill at Royal Oak the sun came out and caught a glimps of that beautiful view of the Olympic Mountains and everything felt right again. I spent a few minutes wandering around downtown to get my bearings then made my way to Kenny G's to catch up with some of the boys.

We watched some rugby and caught up. We talked mostly about the meals our former roomate had made for us both in the previous couple of weeks. That go Kenny hungry and he "whipped something up" for me. It's quite a system I've got going.

Later that evening Jebb arrived home from Scotland and he and I decided that we would opt for a quiet evening having a drink at home and shooting the shit. The two bottles of rum he brought back from the duty free would alter those plans slightly. We polished them off in the course of the evening as we, presumably, shared stories of how great we are into the wee hours. I counldn't tell you exactly.

I woke up sometime after noon and that ruined my plans to reacquaint myself Vic. Instead we dragged ourselves to Floyd's diner and had a huge feed. From there we made some calls and plans to open up the CW clubhouse for a beer. We got it sorted and a good stream of classic Castaways showed up to say hello. Bayley, Kenny, Hank, Roger, Cordle, a couple of newbies, myself and Jebb. Some people have accused CW of being a mercenary club and looking at that list might make it appear that way. In reality though of that list most have come from away and made Victoria their home. Truth be told the club truly lives up to its name as a club full of castaways and wanderers. And I was reminded, a great bunch of guys. We spent a couple of hours at the club and then took our party downtown so we could talk about how great we were in public.I left the next day to head back to Van. The trip to Vic seemed far too short and was definitely depressingly devoid of seeing my two closes friends in Vic Jonny and Bucky, who were both out of town working. Next time fellas.

Back in Van I laid pretty low for the next couple of nights. Had a couple of nice meals with good friends and managed to squeeze in a trip to the Vancouver Aquarium to fulfill my quota of at least one tourist related excursion.

I left Friday morning and I thought the rain that day meant Vancouver was crying at my departure. Vancouver must be an emotional wreck because it cries alot. For some reason Fredericton was crying when I got home as well. I attributed that to a low pressure system blowing in from the Great Lakes.

So bottom line, good trip, I'll probably do it again someday.

Pace out.

Labels: Vacation

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:37 p.m.