Tuesday, August 14th. We visited with folks on the dock, then hopped on the bus to see more of downtown and get to Fishermen’s Wharf. This area is a lot different from that in San Francisco: it is a collection of floating homes and a few businesses... including Barb’s, which is supposed to be the best fish & chips place in Victoria.
Joan waited in line for the fishy stuff, while I went for a steak sandwich. We met back at a picnic table and shared. I have to admit, for fish, it was pretty darn good.
After eating, we walked the docks, looking at the floating homes. Most of them would be considered low rent if they were on land... there were two of them for sale: $350k for an OK place, $249k for a two bedroom, one bath, small, fixer-upper. And you still have to pay a monthly dock rental. You can't take it anywhere. Interesting.
Boat? House? Houseboat?
From there, we walked back along the waterfront; past some nice hotels and condos, and the ferry terminals. Taking the ferry is much like commercial flying - you have to get there ahead of time to get checked in.
We walked through blocks of shops, but couldn’t find any souvenirs that could make us part with our money. The window shopping and people watching were fun, though.
Joan made nachos for supper... we had to use up the ground beef we had, you can’t bring it into the US. Then we walked along the waterfront; sat and watched some street entertainers and musicians.
Wednesday, August 15th. Our last morning at Victoria’s Inner Harbour. After cleaning up, we walked to Bastion Square for breakfast. Along the way, I stopped to admire a mural on a building and a bird used my head for target practice. Swell. Fortunately, Joan had plenty of Kleenex and a Handi-Wipe.
Breakfast was good, the walk around town was a nice way to finish our stay here. Back at the boat, I washed my hair again (damn bird) and we topped off water tanks.
I took Molly for one last walk along the waterfront, and we got ready to head out. We could see the Olympic Mountains across Juan de Fuca on our way out of the harbor. And now back to the good ol’ USA.
Best wishes,
Jim B.