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Published: July 20th 2017
July 20, 2017 - I set my alarm for 6 am, so of course I was up by 5:30. Used the internet, finished my bag of granola, finished packing. I said good bye to the dogs and Claude and walked to the bus stop. Ten minutes later we were off to Victoria. Being so early in the morning, I was worried about the bus being crowded with my luggage, but it wasn't. It was the first time I'd seen traffic, though, and there was a line waiting to get into the town. But it didn't take too long and I still had plenty of time to walk over to the ferry. It was raining when I got in the bus and overcast when I got out, so I wasn't too sweaty when I arrived at the ferry. I went into the office where you buy tickets to exchange my eticket for a boarding pass, but the woman sent me to the office next door. I went there, which seemed wrong, as it was a travel office, but she had my ticket. Surprise.
I still had some time to kill, so I listened to an episode of my favorite podcast, Stuff
You Missed in History Class, while I waited. I chose a seat outside when I bought the ticket, and once we boarded, I went upstairs and chose a seat next to the "window", the side of the ship. The ride started out fine, and I was listening to another episode of the podcast, when I realized I was starting to feel a bit seasick. This came about at the same time I noticed others were starting to feel sick - a kid threw up and a woman was staring into a plastic bag, her husband rubbing her back. As I started to feel worse, I thought about how annoying it would be to have someone touching me, and totally wanted to hit that guy for being annoying. I am not a nice sick person. Sitting next to the side helped, with fresh air, though it did come with some sea spray.
I needed to occupy my mind, so I listened to yet another episode of my podcast, and this one was about a ship that sank. It didn't hit me right away, but then it was plainly obvious that I was trying to avoid seasickness on a ferry while
listening to a story about a flailing sea vessel. Oh, the irony.
Once on land, I just started walking. It felt good to be off the ship. Luckily I remembered quite quickly that I still had to pick up my luggage, since they checked it in like an airplane. It didn't take too long, and then I walked to the bus stop. They don't come frequently, and I wasn't feeling patient, so I just started walking. A bus did pass me, about 10 minutes later, but I walked past Jenny's, a bakery I had read about online, so I was glad to not have gotten on the bus. I have spent the last four days desperately missing baguettes, and was happy to find she had some baguette sandwiches. I grabbed tuna, and put it in my bag to go. I also grabbed a chocolate soft-serve cone and ate that along my sweaty walk. The whole walk took about 30 minutes, and I stopped and asked a few people along the way where to go. It was pretty easy - there are like two roads on this island. I did get severely sweaty, though. My whole shirt, my backpacks, just
gross. It is so humid here that there is no other reality.
I got to the house and met Anne-Marie, one of the owners. I think her and her sister run the place. Their brother Patrick works here fixing things up as well, and I think he lives here. The airbnb online is run by this guy called Miguel, the niece's boyfriend who lives in Germany. He's not particularly good at answering emails, and the ad said there was wifi. But Anne-Marie told me it is expensive so it costs extra. I was annoyed, as that was one thing I was counting on, especially being alone. I offered her a lower price and she took it. Seven bucks for four days seems ok. But then it didn't work. Anne-Marie helped me set-up a snorkeling/island trip for Sunday, then had to leave but said she's be back at 2pm. She said she'd try to get the internet fixed. There is another couple, friends, staying in the house. She's from Belgium and he's from India. They're both into meditation.
With Anne-Marie gone, I settled into my room and started to plan my days out a bit. She was not back
by 2pm, and by 3:30pm I decided to go to the shop and take a walk, but that's when she arrived. She said the internet should be working, but it wasn't. She called and they told her it was down everywhere here. She said it will be working later, but I'm having doubts.
At 4pm I left for the shops and started walking. I decided to walk the road along the coast, the road I don't live on, for a while. I took some more pictures and saw some more crabs, and soon after I came to the sign that said it wasn't so far to the next village, which on the map looks far away. But it's a small island - 12km by 5km or so - so I continued on. It took me and hour of walking and I was there. They have a nice beach with fine white sand, and it was really beautiful. Reminded me of Siesta Key in Florida, where my grandparents lived. I soon popped into the shop, thinking I would have to take the bus back soon, before it got dark.
When I left the shop, it was raining. I walked
to the bus stop, but there were so many people. The bus came and I could not get on. There were two others who did not get on the bus, and they were two American sisters from New Jersey. We talked until the next bus came, they made sure we got on, and we continued to talk until I got off the bus. They were fun and my favorite tourists of the trip so far. Kristy is in sales and K (I have already forgotten her more exotic name) is a therapist and teaches a college class.
Back at the house the internet still did not work, so I wrote a letter to my podcast people about an episode I heard the other day. Now, like magic, internet exists and I'm hoping I can watch Samantha Bee tonight!
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