Is it too late to say Happy New Year when it is after the 10th January? Probably.
I’ve just had so much going on that I have failed to update this blog with all the glamorous and exciting things that have been happening in my life (it’s hard to write sarcasm). But seriously since my last post I have had the opportunity to escape Vancouver a couple of times so I thought I would start by taking ya’ll back to my New Years get-away.
Since arriving here in Western Canada the first question basically anyone has asked me upon hearing my exotic accent is “Have you been to the island yet?” By which they mean Vancouver Island. As it’s pretty standard to have next to no annual leave with employment here in North America it is imperative to make the most of them long weekends. SO with four days off over Steve and I caught the Ferry from Tsawwassen to Swartz Bay, Vancouver Island. The entire journey including two buses and a 1.5 hour ferry took us around five hours so we were both pretty over travelling by the time we arrived in the Victoria H.I on the evening of New Years Eve.
Upon planning this trip we didn’t really have much of an idea of what to do on the final evening of 2015. On the off chance they would be about, I messaged a friend from Vancouver who is originally from Victoria to see if they would be back on the island. The answer was yes and their plan was to attend some raging trio of house parties all next door to each other. So after freshening up we took a stroll across the city of Victoria to a friend of a friends house and then onto the party. It was wild. Dance floors fit with DJs, flashing lights and bass that shook the floor boards (the same but different in each of the three houses). Perhaps the best thing about this party was the fact that I only knew three people out of 500 so if I did do anything embarrassing (likely) then hardly anyone I knew was there to witness it. We departed at around 2 or 3am and headed back to the hostel where I attempted to rap in a hushed voice to Iggy Azalea while Steve vomited in a bucket.
We awoke the next morning and a fresh year was upon us. Unfortunately our heads were not so fresh after the celebrations of the night before. We used the day to stroll around and take in the sites of a very dead Victoria. We looked at the Parliament building, the water front and were so hungry made a pit stop at Burger King (the worst meal to start the year on). In the late afternoon we found a great bar called The Local with amazingly, friendly staff. For the first time in ever the sun was out so we drank beers outside (under the heater of course) until the sun dipped into the ocean for the first time in 2016.
This New Year was a huge contrast to the beaches of Goa where I saw welcomed in 2015. Last year I was pretty serious about the goals I wanted to achieve but this year I am taking a more relaxed approach. Before heading away I already managed to get a pretty good job so I didn’t need to add that to the list. I guess this year my one and only goal is to explore North America. I want to see New York, head to a few more festivals and make the most of every long weekend.
Cheers to a New Year. I hope yours is wonderful…