Similar to a fish floating in a toilet bowl, this west coast adventure was floating in our minds and couldn’t quite get flushed. [M’s note: How is it fucking similar?] Much like the most of you folks, we kept planning, but something always got in the way; mechanical problems, brain problems, sometimes a mix. This year we were haunted by the ghost in the carburator that would cause the bike to stall. Problems were particularly evident in the winter so we hoped that by going to the sunny California in the summer we’d stay out of trouble 🙂
Fully loaded, we rode our motorcycles to the Air Canada Cargo warehouse on a breezy Thursday night. We had to disconnect the bikes’ batteries, but all other crating and handling was left for Air Canada employees to do. The hardest part was waiting for the right people to process the paperwork in the mostly empty warehouse.
One Friday and one 5 hour flight later we were sitting in a rather quiet food court of the Vancouver airport and eating our second breakfast. Having spent so much time and energy preparing for this trip we were relieved to be away from home, away from all the familiar things. There was this calm realization that even if we forgot something, it hardly matters any more. There can be nothing more to worry about. This was officially over the rainbow and all anxiety was left behind.
We walked to the cargo terminal and a forklift brought out the bikes. Not a scratch on them! [M’s note: at least no new ones.] The forklift operator used to ride a bike too, along the Pacific coast to the States. Had some advice about campsites and stories, which I’m not going to share because if you must know, you’ll have to go to the Air Canada cargo warehouse in YVR yourself.
I don’t want to tell you about the Orcas we went to see either, because the Orcas were pissed off and the whole ordeal of whale watching seemed disrespectful to the animals [M’s note: it seemed better in Newfoundland]. Obviously there were some Italian tourists yelling how they want to get closer and how this isn’t worth the money, I totally agree with them. They should have gotten closer and dropped a couple of them tourists in the water, it would have been more educational. Here are a couple of blurry pictures of wildlife seen from the boat.
We originally hoped to pitch a tent in a fellow ADVrider’s backyard, but that fell through, so we stayed at a nearby campground. But hey, at least we got to have awesome seafood at the pier twice that day! Fish and chips, followed by chips and fish.
We decided to load up on groceries and head to our camp site. Considering we packed a fridge and a sink, we had no space to put the groceries so I carried the bags on my hands. On a freeway. At night. I was not amused. I asked my trusty partner in the field of navigation to never do that again. We camped in this lame RV place where we managed to unpack and make some tea [M’s note: the most awful campsite was yet to come].
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