Friday, 3 May 2019
Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
An argument over laundry is left unresolved as the ‘decision maker’ is in a meeting. Told it will be adjusted to be more in line with what I think it should be. Asked what that means, the response is, we’ll call you to discuss. No. You won’t. There is no discussion. It’s my figure. Not anything else. And in any event. I don’t wish to be telephoned this weekend to discuss sodding laundry.
Have plans.
Am meeting Miss Vancouver for a few days. Who has gotten up at the crack of dawn, to drive down from Vancouver to Seattle, to pick me up, so we can take the ferry across to Bainbridge Island, Washington State, then drive up to Port Angeles for another ferry to Victoria, on Vancouver Island, Canada. For an overnight stop. Before travelling to Hornby Island for a few days.
Bainbridge Island is a world away from Seattle. Has a nice relaxed country feel to it.
Upon arrival at Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, pass through immigration. He’s not the happiest of immigration officers and not helped by us two stifling sniggers at the stupid questions and silly answers we’re giving. Amongst other things. Asked where I’ve come from. He doesn’t appreciate ‘Antarctica’. Asked if we have anything to declare. Only three bottles of wine. Each? No, between us. Ask if he would please stamp my passport. He’s clearly having a bad day and stamps passport rather too hard. Passports handed back with a sigh.
Overnight at the Hotel Grand Pacifiic (https://www.hotelgrandpacific.com/) on the waterfront. Excellent views of the harbour with many sea planes coming and going. Victoria not as I expected. Quite an American feel to the architecture. But the one stand out building is the British Columbia Parliament Building. Impressive.
