People keep asking me when I’m leaving and I keep saying I don’t know. “So you’re still here”, someone said the other day.
I’ve been helping to build a house out of wood, wood from trees cut down to clear space for the house, though I’ve been living in a small cabin (shack) next to this. I’m getting to be pretty good at hammering nails.
Corrections to the previous post:
The island is not 12km wide, it’s much narrower than that. More like 5km, though there is a possibility that there exist spatial distortions so you can travel for hours along the same road without getting to the place you think you ought to be getting to, especially if you choose to travel by bike – not a good choice on Lasqueti once the sun’s gone down, as I discovered last night.
The island is 18km long and 12km wide, or 12km long and 18km wide, depending on which way up you hold the map. It’s known to islanders as “the rock”. The main event of the day seems to be the arrival of the ferry. There are three crossings a day from Thursday to Monday – no service on Tuesdays or Wednesdays.
I’m on an island off the coast of Vancouver Island (referred to here as “the other side”). Vancouver Island is off the West coast of Canada.
Last night went to a fancy dress Halloween party here, the major annual event on the island. People dress so as not to be recognized by other islanders, but being an off-islander I didn’t need to.
I’ve walked around a bit of the city now. The grid system makes it quite easy to find your way around. There seems to be more of a cafe culture rather than a pub culture here. And it’s quite warm. People are still sitting outside, usually the smokers since it’s not allowed inside.