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2008-09-22, Monday

Recovery day. Phone call from land lord @ 5:15am. IGNORE. Alarm I forgot to turn off @ 6:30. CRAP. I dinally woke up and aired out my gear on the back patio while reading some print outs of the web version of Real World Haskell. Ran errands. Ate left-over cous cous dinner then off to the Ocean Island Hostel to see Andrew(?)–part of Team Awesome–’s band. I talked to him for a second before going back to sleep.

2008-09-23, Tuesday

Woke up early and caught up on podcasts. Then cultural day: first stop, Miniature World. The pictures speak for themselves (though sadly all my pictures of “the world’s smallest operational saw mill” were utter crap; the sawmill itself, however, was marvelous).

Next stop, the Royal BC. Bought a ticket for the mountain climbing IMAX and helpful ultra-canadian cashier woman told me to hang on to my ticket, because I could get a discount if I came back that night to see Dark Knight. I took her up on the offer and bought my discounted ticket.

The museum proper is nice, one of the most impressive parts is the historical recreation of old-tyme Victoria.

I was done with enough time to get a panini and some ice cream before coming back for the awesomeness that is the IMAX version of Dark Knight. Evidently everyone knew it was going to be awesome because it was a full house. I was wedged between a middle-aged couple and a crew of 16 year old boys where I dutifully fulfilled my role decreasing the slope of the age gradient.

2008-09-24, Wednesday

I spent the rainy morning doing more Haskell cramming. Once the weather cleared I started walking towards The Castle. Halfway out Fort St. the rain returned with a vengeance; my jacket kept my body dry, but my jeans were quickly soaked and I abandoned. If only I had my Tyvek pants!

It must have been around 3 because the walk back was flush with teenagers. My first real clue was the girl walking around nervously with a backpack and cat ears. Next I saw a Chevette hop a curb and knock over a stop sign. Two girls jumped out, switched seats, and started backing back down off the curb. The Victoria Police “Crash Van” showed up, slowed, then drove off. Apparently, it was under control.

I ended the walk in the Wildfire Bakery, the hip/hippie bakery/cafe across the street from my hostel. Good hot chocolate and a loaf of bread to go. Later I ate the bread with some “free” peanut butter from the hostel’s free bin; I learned there’s no such thing as free peanut butter, just free rancid peanut butter.