Friday 23rd February 2001.
Powered by dried apricots
Noelle had the day off work, so we ventured along the south-western coast of
Vancouver Island to see what we could find. We borrowed her parents' van,
which is called a "Caravan". But it isn't. Crazy Canadians.
We were trying to find our way down to Sombrio. "What if we get lost?" I asked,
a note of panic in my voice, "We're miles from anywhere! And all we have to eat are
these dried apricots! Which are making us fart!" I needn't have worried, we found
Sombrio soon enough. Under grey skies
we walked along the grey beach, and watched the surfers in their
full-length wetsuits, who were doing their best in the grey ocean.