Drowning in Go Pro files

So, you get a bunch of stale, going-out-west stills this time.

I doubt anyone would appreciate hastily-edited video when it’s not that great to begin with, and I have about 2 1/2 hours of video for every day riding, except one. It’s truly impossible for this idiot to edit on the road.

I have bike-lag. I have lost track of time. Both hourly and calendar time. It’s interesting really.

Only because it’s a Friday Canada Day tomorrow do I know it’s Thursday. I used to be one of those lucky dopes who could choose to work overtime or take the long weekend and add a day to make it a four-day weekend. And tonight I’m in Kamloops. I’ll be celebrating tomorrow in Golden BC

Still shooting stills…

This outfit was cleaning the carpets at a motel in Calgary.

Moving on…

So, in fact, I did make it to the Pacific. I put in a full day, 550 kms to get to Victoria, and it was a roller-coaster of emotions. Of course the mountain riding from Salmon Arm was um, thrilling, and arriving in Horseshoe Bay in West Van (June 28th) for the ferry to Nanaimo had me on a high that’s hard to describe. After arriving in Nanaimo however, the worm turned…

But first, a couple of calming photos…

On with the story.

Confession: the stress I felt in Nanaimo was on me. I did it to myself. Again.

I rolled off the ferry, and rode through town till I found a gas station. I gassed up, and rolled into a parking spot, looking to google a couple of things in Victoria.

No phone.

Three searches through the tank bag. Deep searches. Nope.

Patted my pockets till my hands bled. Nope.

No phone.

The dilemma was, do I turn around back to the ferry terminal? I think the boat is loading, and it may sail before I can get back.

Or do I find a pay phone and call BC Ferries? I’m sure they have a huge lost and found.

Or do I take it on the chin, ride to Victoria and look for a place to replace it.

Then, confess to you that I lost my phone. Again.

But first, more calming photos. Is this Victoria or Florida?

In fact, I don’t have to confess, I found my phone in the Mary Poppins-black hole of my tank bag after arriving at my accommodations. Nyah nyah nyah. I think I need a different phone case/protector. Hmmm, My Little Pony pink?

Speaking of my accommodations (I was): I chose poorly. Really poorly.

I’d go deeper into my description of the place, but for libel’s sake let’s just say:

Hotel + sports bar + off-track betting horse racing room

Waaay overpriced (“peak season”), snort

Lame and lazy employees

Horse racing betting room smelled of urine just passing by

Sports bar smelled of urine everywhere

Front desk staff had their windows open 24 hrs

Online review I read, after the fact:” Rooms were clean but had a slight smell to them”

Understatement of the year.

If I’d had my phone I could have have avoided this place.

Keeping it clean

The mundane can be desirable at times. Chores. Cleaning. Taking care of business, basically.

In my case a clean bag of clothes is rejuvenating. Especially after staying at that place.

There is always housekeeping to be done

Probably the quietest laundromat I’ve ever been in. They obviously take care of their machines. I think it’s because they do a huge business in wash-and-fold.

“There’s a couple of RMTs that use our wash-and-fold for their sheets/towels used in their work.”

Need your laundry washed in Victoria BC? Scrubby’s is your place.

I only wish that they did motorcycle chains.