Dreadful Yellow Sky
Last night I went down to Victoria to hang out with Lance, before he's off on his worldly travels. The Bus ride was interesting, if not long enough, was delayed further by the police on 3 seperate occasions. First an accident, which the bus driver felt the need to wait around and inform the police what had happened, second nearly run off the road by an old granny trying to take a left turn onto the highway without even looking. Just so happens there was a ghost car behind here which promptly pulled her over and the bus over. After asking if we were alright we were sent on our way. The lady, i'd imagine got a big fat fine.
Lastly, we got stuck behind some drunk driver motoring around in a tow truck. Swerving all over the place. The bus driver pulled over and talked to various different teirs of law infocement before they finally decided to go looking for him. Once we got going again after that 20 minute phone call, I spotted that same tow truck parked at a gas station with squad cars surrounding it.
By the time we got to Victoria station, Lance was awaiting with Ice cream in hand. He had mentioned seeing the store across the street and wanted some very badly but didn't want to leave cause he had expected the bus to arrive any minute. After asking if it was late, he was told we were 15 minutes overdue and that she had lost radio contact with us. "I hope they are ok!" she said. I am glad to know Lance can go get an ice cream while thinking I was splattered over the highway someplace. I kid, I found it rather amusing.
The adventures in Victoria were similar to the bus ride. We got stuck behind some rickety old truck that was very visibly falling apart. You could even hear the old clink of metal off the pavement, a muffler perhaps, parts of the undercarriage? We pulled into a gas station to cool the radiator, its been having issues. The old batmobile just aint what she used to be. I walked over to the bank in the meantime, sure enough i end up in line directly behind the driver of that same rickety old truck. Imagine Al Bundi completely bald up top, and frazzled lanthly hair around the sides and back. He had a very sunburned and disgustingly hairy body barely hidden under a lack of clothes. A black tank top and orange hot pants with a hole in them. My teller was the complete opposite of this man. Short, young and wearing a pinstriped suit. The guy looked 16 and had a fake smile. Very spikey hair. Looked like he could have been managements son or something. Maybe he was the new management, I dunno, they do seem to keep getting younger and more inexperianced everyday.
Megawraps is by far the best place to eat lunch, period.
We went out to dinner with Tara and Nigel at Moxie's. I had thought I never eaten at a Moxie's before walking into it, I only recognized it by the plates they used, same as the one in Nanaimo right down to where they place the lemon wedges. There was nothing the same about the resturant however. Nanaimo Moxie's equals a truckers stop diner compared to the classy place in Victoria, Fountains and statues and constant near jazz styled music. Kevin was going to join us but he had to work, hoser, so we were going to go back out with him afterwards for beers. I don't recall the name but apparently it was some rednecked themed place. Or maybe the pirate theme place. I ended up passing out on the tiny ass couch long before that anyways. Too tired from being up since the crack of dawn. By the time I got up the next morning it was time to head to the bus station and Lance to his ferry. Suprisingly I had no aches or pains for that little couch.
Lance returned the headset I leant to him several years ago. I am amazed it still even works. Its getting old.
Lastly, we got stuck behind some drunk driver motoring around in a tow truck. Swerving all over the place. The bus driver pulled over and talked to various different teirs of law infocement before they finally decided to go looking for him. Once we got going again after that 20 minute phone call, I spotted that same tow truck parked at a gas station with squad cars surrounding it.
By the time we got to Victoria station, Lance was awaiting with Ice cream in hand. He had mentioned seeing the store across the street and wanted some very badly but didn't want to leave cause he had expected the bus to arrive any minute. After asking if it was late, he was told we were 15 minutes overdue and that she had lost radio contact with us. "I hope they are ok!" she said. I am glad to know Lance can go get an ice cream while thinking I was splattered over the highway someplace. I kid, I found it rather amusing.
The adventures in Victoria were similar to the bus ride. We got stuck behind some rickety old truck that was very visibly falling apart. You could even hear the old clink of metal off the pavement, a muffler perhaps, parts of the undercarriage? We pulled into a gas station to cool the radiator, its been having issues. The old batmobile just aint what she used to be. I walked over to the bank in the meantime, sure enough i end up in line directly behind the driver of that same rickety old truck. Imagine Al Bundi completely bald up top, and frazzled lanthly hair around the sides and back. He had a very sunburned and disgustingly hairy body barely hidden under a lack of clothes. A black tank top and orange hot pants with a hole in them. My teller was the complete opposite of this man. Short, young and wearing a pinstriped suit. The guy looked 16 and had a fake smile. Very spikey hair. Looked like he could have been managements son or something. Maybe he was the new management, I dunno, they do seem to keep getting younger and more inexperianced everyday.
Megawraps is by far the best place to eat lunch, period.
We went out to dinner with Tara and Nigel at Moxie's. I had thought I never eaten at a Moxie's before walking into it, I only recognized it by the plates they used, same as the one in Nanaimo right down to where they place the lemon wedges. There was nothing the same about the resturant however. Nanaimo Moxie's equals a truckers stop diner compared to the classy place in Victoria, Fountains and statues and constant near jazz styled music. Kevin was going to join us but he had to work, hoser, so we were going to go back out with him afterwards for beers. I don't recall the name but apparently it was some rednecked themed place. Or maybe the pirate theme place. I ended up passing out on the tiny ass couch long before that anyways. Too tired from being up since the crack of dawn. By the time I got up the next morning it was time to head to the bus station and Lance to his ferry. Suprisingly I had no aches or pains for that little couch.
Lance returned the headset I leant to him several years ago. I am amazed it still even works. Its getting old.