Our encampment on the ferry
Last night we got on the ferry at about 6.30pm. All was well and
we settled down into our sleeping bags for the overnight
crossing. However we didn't sleep very well. It was a bit
uncomfortable on the floor even with our roll mats. To make
matters worse, the boat began to rock and roll quite alarmingly at
4am. It didn't help that we were right at the front of the boat
either. It calmed down after a while, and we made a stop a 6am at
a place called Bella Bella (famous for its Canelloni). Well no
sooner were we coming round from all the night's goings on, when a
woman (part of the crew) came round to everyone in the lounge with sick
bags. She was relishing telling everyone how rough the sea was
going to get and if we had tablets, now was definitely the time to take
Looking bleary eyed the morning after!
Good grief we thought, it can't get any worse than in the
night. So we decided to take precautionary measures, took our
sleeping bags as far back on the boat as we could, and proceeded to lie
in a horizontal position for the rest of the morning. It did
indeed get quite rough, with people walking in diagonal lines, but we
managed to avoid completely all six sick bags that Diane had collected
just in case.
When we arrived in Port Hardy
at 1.30pm we caught a shuttle bus into
the town and booked into a motel. The hostel we had been dropped
off at turned out to be closed. Had a explore of the local area
which didn't take long as it isn't very big.
The view from our motel in Port Hardy
Diane stocked up on
reading material from a second hand book shop - The Hobbit and Robinson
Crusoe. We have run out of things to read and always have a good
look at the book collection at each hostel we visit. So far it's
been a little disappointing with large collections of Danielle Steel,
Barbara Cartland etc with the odd 'complete handbook to needlework'
thrown in - just to tempt you. We have both read a book recently
called 'Life of Pi' written by a Canadian author which we would highly
After grabbing a bite to eat we decided to have an
early night, as we are both particularly Emma, suffering the effects of
motion sickness. We haven't stopped swaying yet - thats what 19
hours on the rough seas does for you. Shiver me timbers!