09-28-2010, 10:25 PM
eats crackers in bed
Joined: Nov 2006
Day 13 Goodbye Canada
Time to head home.
Time to deal with everything.
I stole one last uncomplicated moment for myself.
Bike now packed and ready to roll,
I say goodbye to my dear friends and wonderful hosts.
This couple has known me my entire life.
I had some of the best moments of the trip
just sitting at home with them and chatting away.
Now, to the formal 'hurry up and wait' game.
I get to the Victoria ferry an hour early and was told I may not get on,
but to wait here.
All of a sudden,
I hear my name being called and I'm thinking 'Who TF knows me here?'
It was the customs officer who checked my passport.
He's waving me to come to the front.
So I walk all the way, squeaking, through the sea of cars and bikes and he says 'no, go get your bike and bring it up here'
Now on to the ferry to Port Angeles, WA......
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance,
Baffle them with bullschidt...
my version of it anyway.....
That is the goal.
The other goal,
is not to hurl.