Four D-eh! Weekend

This was destination weeked. BF and I both had a four day weekend and we decided to celebrate by doing what we are best at: wandering. We are both indecisive but manage to find ourselves in the middle of many prime adventure opportunities.

We went to a small little town called Tahuya (BF was not exaggerating when he said all it consisted of was a post office and nearby multi-purpose building) to see their annual parade and festival. I will remember it as the hick parade. I'm not sure who won our "who can spot the most mullets" contest- but I'll admit, it WAS really fun. America has to be the only country where people in passing vehicles throw candy at you just for watching them.

This is the conductor of the "Dewatto Can't March Band"- members of the marching band spent the parade seated in a flat bed:

The next day we hauled ourselves out of bed at 5:30 am to catch and early ferry to Victoria, BC- yes that's in Canada. Contrary to what my Canadian friend from highschool told us repeatedly, Canadians do say "eh".

The weather was amazing, the wine was potent, and to our surprise we found ourselves in the middle of a Gay Pride parade. We watched with interest as biker chicks, transvestites, and ladies on stilts marched passed. When someone on the final float announced that there would be beer at the end of the parade- we joined in and followed, hoping that no one from the newspaper would be there to take our picture and reveal us on the local news, to the worry of my conservative parents.

Sometimes I forget that Canada is another country. I was reminded several times as I tried to get a handle of the money conversion. OMG, visiting a general store in Canada is a scary experience- all the normal candy bars can be found there- but in completely different wrapping! What really got me though was the fact that the Canadian "walk" traffic light looked like this (creepy):

During our adventure I got bear hugs, and chocolate. I bought a belly button brush (cool!), met William Shakespeare. I tried some lemon lime fudge and even got friendly with a large crab.

(Above: BF getting licked by a big canadian bear)

(Above: there were plenty of things for me to ride on in canada....plenty...)

I didn't have my passport. The US Customs guy quizzed me on where I was born and how many stripes were on the American flag. I was nervous at first and guess "13", sounding none too confident. The Customes guy asked me "Are you sure"- then my 5th grade US history kicked in and I answered with pride "7 red and 6 white!"- phew, almost got stuck in Canada!

I got a little crazy on the windy boat ride home. (did I mention I was able to get 25 pages of reading in for school?)