I leave Ladysmith with its quaint coffee shop and its pride and joy, the 49th parallel ;-0
The trip to Chemainus I travelled yesterday already, but south of that it is terra incognita ! I also get a second look at Chemainus and this time see why they are or want to be known as the world's capital of Murals ;-)
|That's a name I haven't heard in a while ;-)|
Between Chemainus and Crofton, I start believing that I've found a region in which I might want to live
This dream evaporates very abruptly when I completed cycling around a bend. Unfortunate ;-(
At 10 am I am moderately early for the 10:50 ferry from Crofton to Vesuvius, but that gives me an opportunity to take a break and take more pictures ;-)
|Saltspring in the distance|
|here's my bus|
|looking back warily ...|
|... afraid of turning into a pillar of salt|
In a conversation on the ferry I learn that Saltspring Island is not a Hippie Paradise as I had assumed, but rather could be seen as an insular West Vancouver, where people in "Hoodies and Jeans" are a rare sight, as I am informed. .
Accordingly I can't get too excited about the first half of the island trip and the town of Ganges (but then by not stopping I don't really give it a chance). I keep cycling and the closer I get to Fulford Harbour, the more I like the island.
|Are they aligned with the solstices?|
It is quite hilly but my first battery takes me all the way to the ferry terminal and switches off at 40+ kms. The I arrive at 12:15 but the next ferry is not scheduled to depart until 2pm, so I look for something to eat and am extremely FORTUITOUS to discover Rocksalt Café & Restaurant, where I start writing this post using their free WIFI.
As usual for ferry waits, I order mussels and white wine ;-)
I conclude from all the orange safety vests in the restaurant that the BC ferries terminal crew is also eating here, so I don't have to look at my watch all the time to ensure catching the ferry.
|the second bus|
The ferry ride from Fulford Harbour to Swartz Bay is gorgeous and peaceful. After de-boarding a fellow luggage-carrying cyclists fortunately directs me away from the highway and onto the Lochside Trail, which lets me complete the 5 kms to Sidney without too much road grit between my teeth.