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Published: July 16th 2009
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Day 45. 12,706Km.
Tis a sad sad day. I have to get a grip on the fact that I'm headed home. Now I don't expect any tears since I have more time to get home than the average Joe has for his entire holidays. After I loaded up the bike I noticed a low tire on the trailer. I pumped it up some with Bob's tire pump before saying my good bye's then looked for a tire dealer to get it checked. I could'nt feel anything so for all I knew kids could have just let some air out of it. Bob did say one day he went out and there were a couple people at the end of his driveway saying they were just looking at the trailer. The folks at Big O Tires in Courtenay got right at it and did in fact find what looked like a nail just barely poking through. They also pointed out the fact that the rear tires were wearing quickly so they rotated them and lowered the pressure a few pounds.
Once back on the road I headed to Victoria. I was sea sawing back and forth whether to go to Victoria to
3 meters?
that's a Smart car or a bike cross back to Vancouver or do what the locals call the loop. You can get a ferry at Little River just North of Courtenay that crosses to Powell River then you drive South to Saltery Bay and catch a second ferry to Earls Cove. A few more kilometers down the coast you grab the third ferry at New Brighton and cross to Horseshoe Bay in North Vancouver. This sounded interesting to me but a couple I met earlier, actually the guy from Kitchener who went to the same high School as me, told me how nice Victoria is so that clinched the deal. They said it was very cosmopolitan whatever that means.
I arrived at the campground in View Royal at 14.00 and was set up and on the bike an hour later. The only blues pub I could find listed in Victoria was no longer there so after cruising around the downtown for a while I stopped at an Irish pub for something to eat. It was the least Irish of the Irish pubs I've been to on the trip but they did have a descent curray chicken dish although it left me wanting more. More food. I pulled
out my phone and searched for the blues place I saw on line earlier North of the city. Google maps said it was only 25 minutes away so off I went. Well it was a bust as far as blues music goes but I had a salad and some corn bread on the deck overlooking the harbour.
While riding back to camp I stumbled upon the center of the universe which is actually an observatory but I had to turn around and get a picture of the sign.
Once back at camp I got on the computer again searching for pubs but it was 22.00 and I just gave up. I still had to put the sheets and blankets that I washed at Bob's back on the bed which takes a ridiculous amount of time in cramped quarters, take a shower, update a blog and get up at a reasonable hour to catch a ferry in the morning.
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