The air in Victoria was different from that in Cobble Hill.
Figuratively speaking. And it’s mainly because I had become accustomed to having the same people around for two weeks at Damali. From this part of the trip up until Banff, I had to take more precaution with my belongings that I did at the farm.
When I disembarked the ferry at Brentwood Bay, I walked to a bus stop to catch a bus to downtown Victoria.
The ride was between 30 minutes to an hour.
I booked a room at Ocean Island Inn, which was a few blocks away from the stop I had to get off at. Although it wasn’t that far away, I felt just a little bit silly dragging my luggage on the sidewalk to get to the hostel. Who still lugs around roller bags anyway? Actual backpacker backpacks are what’s in these days, and I was traveling around with a black roller bag and an obese Jansport backpack, which was immensely fat because I stuffed everything I possibly could into it.
But I didn’t really have a choice, and it actually wasn’t so bad. A bunch of people had probably already made that same route with roller bags.
Most of my time in Victoria was spent sightseeing around downtown.
Here are photos I took:
I was flying solo around the city, but the world proved itself small when I ran into Chiara and Matteo at a pub on Government Street. Granted, Victoria is a small city to begin with, but it was nice to see some familiar faces in the new setting. So I joined them for a beer, and Matteo, being such a gentleman, picked up the tab 🙂
We agreed to meet at Bastion Square the following day to explore some more of the city together, and here are some snapshots of what we visited:
*I’ll precede specific entries with the phrase “Point and shoot” if they’ve got substantially more photographs than writing. This is inspired by my camera, a point and shoot, on which I rely on heavily for this blog’s visuals.