Saving the planet in Victoria


The journey beggins. After crossing the snowy Coquihalla to Vancouver and spending a night there we set up to Victoria. There's was no plan on staying overnight on the city but i guess if you have never been there is worht checking out.
Just arriving with the ferry we got a ride from a random guy who was mmeting a blonde chic from the internet and argued that girls should be fat and ugly until 25 so father's don't have to worry because any guy would pick on them... he has a point. We arrived at perfect timing fo the earth walk around the city centre. A bunch of different ages hippies dressed up with flowers, leaves and musical instruments to play around. And of course our big backpacks were no excuse to join and dance all the way. At the end there were a bunch of protestants who spoke-sang everything at the same time and a little circus of performers taht we joined. Kirsten hoolahooping and me joggling and playing with pois. Ended up waling with some random guys we met all around teh cities until the weight of our back[ackes made us take the bus.
Victoria is a big city with the charm of a small town. Small fishing-surfing comunity that happens to have the parliament buildings of bc and a lot of tourism. We were around the fisherman's wharf heading towards the beach to camp outside when a last minute couchsurfers phoned us to stay at their place. Never give up hope. We stayed ins his collapsible couch and going to a farewell party of exchange students of UVIC... that rings a bell.

That have been the last moments of Canada. Crossing the border hasn-t been a big deal this time. Through the sea is nice and easy, not too many questions and a smiley face saying 'have fun kids'. The small ferry swing all around the way to washington but provided us with a great supplies of spreadables (butter, jelly and cream cheese), salt and pepper. We wandered around with a 'Ride to Portland' sign and got a 5hr ride to the city. Finally, welcome to Portland. Welcome to the USA.

Not all who wander are lost

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