Will my feet still carry me home?
I had an awesome weekend.
Friday night, mom jsut asks if we would lie to go to victoria.
At something like eleven o'clock the next morning, we're on the ferry.
Kelsey tried to organize some sort of picnic. She called me a million times while i was on the bus, and i ended up trying to get the phone, and the bus urned a corner and i fell over. It was a crowded bus.
We went to sooke potholes. Well, actually, we went mostly up the mountain, but never made it to the potholes. We walked for over 14k though. and waded through a snow fed stream. It was bloody cold. And long. But still fun. And i got to pet a horse.
We slept on a bus. Double decker victorian buses are the best thing ever. How come they don't have those here? Lying in that bus was the best feelilng of happiness and complete safety i can remember. I felt kind of homeless though. But the dark outside, and the feeling of travelling, and the gentle swaying motion... I pretty much fell in love with a bus. And the seats weren't all nasty either. They were covered with the same fabric as greyhound bus seats. Sitting in the front is also cool, because you're all high up and you cna see out the front, etc.
We watched half a movie, then realized we were pretty much sleeping and went to bed.
We ate breakfast at an amazing restaurant thing. The waffle was so good. Ande the smoothie. And whatever that sauce they gave us. They were really friendly too. And the foood was awesome, helped along by the fact that we were really hungry.
We took a few wrong turns / Kelsey gave us hte wrong directions to the next bus we had to take. We ended up walking around two kilometers along hte highway, meeting an old man to ask directions (we were on the gallopign goose trail, which runs along the highway, and also up sooke mountain. Same trail as yesterday. If it was alive, it wouldn't be anymore.) and the old man took us aroudn some very confusing way pretty much all the way back and onto a different street. There, we met a very angry blind lady who was cursing the buses and told us that the bus driver had forced her off the bus, and she didnt know where where she was, and she had to meet her friends, and we couldnt really help her becasue we didnt know where we were either. Her friends came for her pretty soon though. Maybe she was in the right place after all. I was kind of scared of her. She was really agitated.
We rode the bus for a very long time. We got on the ferry and hobbled around for awhile, found seats, di d the general ferry thing.... and here i am. At home. And i don't want to get up for a very long time. I spent the majority of my time walking this weekend.
How do nomads do it?
Friday night, mom jsut asks if we would lie to go to victoria.
At something like eleven o'clock the next morning, we're on the ferry.
Kelsey tried to organize some sort of picnic. She called me a million times while i was on the bus, and i ended up trying to get the phone, and the bus urned a corner and i fell over. It was a crowded bus.
We went to sooke potholes. Well, actually, we went mostly up the mountain, but never made it to the potholes. We walked for over 14k though. and waded through a snow fed stream. It was bloody cold. And long. But still fun. And i got to pet a horse.
We slept on a bus. Double decker victorian buses are the best thing ever. How come they don't have those here? Lying in that bus was the best feelilng of happiness and complete safety i can remember. I felt kind of homeless though. But the dark outside, and the feeling of travelling, and the gentle swaying motion... I pretty much fell in love with a bus. And the seats weren't all nasty either. They were covered with the same fabric as greyhound bus seats. Sitting in the front is also cool, because you're all high up and you cna see out the front, etc.
We watched half a movie, then realized we were pretty much sleeping and went to bed.
We ate breakfast at an amazing restaurant thing. The waffle was so good. Ande the smoothie. And whatever that sauce they gave us. They were really friendly too. And the foood was awesome, helped along by the fact that we were really hungry.
We took a few wrong turns / Kelsey gave us hte wrong directions to the next bus we had to take. We ended up walking around two kilometers along hte highway, meeting an old man to ask directions (we were on the gallopign goose trail, which runs along the highway, and also up sooke mountain. Same trail as yesterday. If it was alive, it wouldn't be anymore.) and the old man took us aroudn some very confusing way pretty much all the way back and onto a different street. There, we met a very angry blind lady who was cursing the buses and told us that the bus driver had forced her off the bus, and she didnt know where where she was, and she had to meet her friends, and we couldnt really help her becasue we didnt know where we were either. Her friends came for her pretty soon though. Maybe she was in the right place after all. I was kind of scared of her. She was really agitated.
We rode the bus for a very long time. We got on the ferry and hobbled around for awhile, found seats, di d the general ferry thing.... and here i am. At home. And i don't want to get up for a very long time. I spent the majority of my time walking this weekend.
How do nomads do it?