Comox Valley Inn
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... pair of hands to help for on Thursdays if I feel well enough. There are some teachers in the staff room at lunch time telling us they want to have us as well. We are '' under the pans '', that's a Dutch expression for which I can't think of an English one right now. It means we have a house, a home, a family, not only at Audrey's, but also at school.
We watched Harry Potter, which the girls kept spoiling because I hadn't seen all of them ...
... The man that closed a gate behind us, told us we could leave our luggage somewhere, we simply had to go to the chief to ask this person for help. No clue where we could find this person. So we went to the lift, and went up to the 7th floor (we had to wait first, because there were other people in it). Luckily, two men with orange and yellow jackets which said 'BC Ferries' on the back (or something like it), ...
... of the buildings look they have been taken straight from a wild west film
Unfortunately the heavens opened so we decided to head back to the hostel for a cuppa ( we found yorkshire tea bags yey)! Luckily it blew over quickly! The weather has been very strange here we have had boiling sunny days then grey drizzle to full on rain storms but its muggy and not cold at all! When the sky's turned blue again we drove out to comox! Not a big ...
... to catch up with another teaching exchange couple (Rick and
Jenny) for the night. Nanaimo is port city that seemed nice enough but after a
morning of Rick taking us to the local sights we jumped back into the car and
headed to Victoria, the capital of British Columbia.
It took us an hour or so to get to Victoria where we
unpacked our stuff and promptly went for walk along Fisherman’s wharf (which
took us through the ...
Now to finish my story about staying 'up Island.' On the Saturday I took myself out early for a walk along the metal roads - not a soul did I see. After brekky we 'girls' went down to the
"Farmers Market" where there were a few stall manned by 'Islanders', namely these self sufficient types who pedal their home baking, tie-dyed clothes, jams, preserves and fruit juice. Enough variety to help us ...