In Port Angeles, at the tourist information, we understood that there are a lot of homeless people, so hitchhiking is difficult. The clouds looked pretty awful, so we waited for the bus to go to the West Coast to the ‘Third Beach’, in an Indian reservation. We arrived there by the free bus of the community.
At the dusk we crossed the Redwood forest to get to a paradise beach, well of the North, because it was raining. It seamed to be nobody.
We go to take the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles, Washington State, US. Crossing the border was the easiest and funniest. The customs office is on the way to the ferry, after the waiting hall. The office was so small, I took only my passport to check if there is really the customs. Since I was there, they checked the passport, got in 5 seconds the OK. Then I say, sorry, I forgot my girlfriend. I came back. We started to write some postcards. We couldn’t finish before the last person passed the customs, so they call for us. We are not under stress, but hurrying makes me forget a bag in the waiting hall … Can you imagine this scene in an American Customs Office ? At the end, Emilie asked to extended a little bit her authorization, the officer didn’t ask any question, she just said ‘how long do you want?’ and did it right away!
Victoria is the capital of British Columbia. As its name, it has a Victorian architecture: rich British houses, with a lot of parks and trees. It’s definitely a rich city. We saw a shop of Rolls Royce, of course.
We are walking in Victoria in the waterfront. It is late to watch the sunset and we need to find a place where to set the hammock. I want to shoot a last photo, but a guy is in the middle. I don’t mind, anyway it’s dark.
We take the backpacks, and the same guy drops his bike in our way. So, what could we do? only to start to speaking with him! I can see that the dark is coming, but what an energy ! I agree with Emilie to find later where we’ll sleep, and now to ride the wave. Continue reading Mike & Julia – Victoria
We arrive in Tofino after the worse hitch-hike experience: our driver was 18 years old. She tried to pass all the other cars, on a single lane road through the woods. Because the road was up and down, it was like a roller-coaster, so my stomach was very disturbed.
It was raining.
I asked two persons something, I got the first not polite answers in 4 months … unbearable. So everything looked like a tourist trap. We went for a coffee to make the plan, to decide if we stay or go. While putting sugar in the coffee, at the counter, I meet Jack who is travelling with his son in a van. They came from Ontario and they go now to the south. This sounds like the sign to get out of the there. They have to go, so we have 5 minutes to decide.
