The Canadian Job - Day Huit

I woke up with something in my right eye. It was really painful and I could not get it out. Whatever it was it ended up staying in my eye for a few days. And on top of that my right knee started hurting the night before as well. By the time I woke up it was hurting really bad and I had quite a limp going on.

Nonetheless, I made it down for breakfast and sat with my 3 Canuck friends from the night before. We all chatted about the universe and U.S. vs Canadian health care. Breakfast was amazing: a bowl of fresh fruit, O.J., coffee, eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and sauteed mushrooms. Delicious.

After breakfast I decided that I just wasn't in good enough shape to ride around the islands like I had wanted to, so I just decided to walk around the city all day then take a ferry into Seattle and stay the night with my friend Justin (I can be bad at inviting myself sometimes, he didn't seem to mind too much though). Anyway the day was beautiful so I took my bike down and checked it at the ferry station, then just walked around exploring and taking pictures. My eye and knee were bothering me a lot but I was determined to still have a good time.

I'll just let the pictures do the talking:







At the end of the day I got on the boat to Seattle and sat with this nice couple from the south. They were there on their honeymoon and were all lovey dovey. It was cute. The ride from Victoria to Seattle felt like it took forever but I was pretty entertained watching the little blinking light that represented our progress on the overhead monitor by my seat. And I kept going back and forth to the back to hangout with the smokers and check out the scenery. There was an awesome sunset that night.

After actually getting into Seattle it took forever to actually get off the boat, then they made us wait in line for like 45 minutes, then they started taking us through customs at about 15 people at a time. Getting into the U.S. was much more painful than getting into Canada. Apparently they aren't disturbingly paranoid about terrorist attacks in Canada. Go figure. I was just waiting for the guy to make me empty my bags but he didn't. He was still a dick though.

After I got out of the station. I realized that I had a flat tire, but it didn't really matter though because its all uphill to Justin's house from the waterfront and I wasn't in any condition to ride. So I called him up, we met up, got a bike box from the Grey Hound station, dropped off everything at his house, and then went and found a restaurant that was open at 1 am. Now by this point my knee is hurting so bad I can hardly walk but I still had to trek through a few miles worth of downtown Seattle. It would be weeks before I could walk right again, let alone ride.