roadtrip chris arbon

  Day 8: Up early, tent packed-up wet, through town to the ferry terminal. If there is space, I will be first in line. One problem, no boat. Big “am”/“pm” mix-up. It’s a night boat and I am 12 hours early. Duh!

But a days rest in Prince Rupert proves beneficial. A visit to the laundromat and the downtown old port area is a good place to hangout. Good fish and chips, where I chat with the Tiger and GS riders; waiting for the ferry to Port Hardy on Vancouver Island.
The boat from Haida Gwaii arrived at 4 in the afternoon so the ferry office was open and the anxiety of getting a ticket was lifted. There is always enough room to squeeze on a motorcycle. All that worry for nothing.
One other motorcycle lined-up with me on the quay; an island resident on a Harley who seemed to know every other passenger. He gave me the tip of taking bedding up to the passenger lounge. All the cabins had gone and the eight hour trip would have been mighty uncomfortable in a recliner.
I am a terrible traveller, seasickness was highly probable. Thankfully the Pacific was calm, flat-out on a self-inflating mattress was the way to go.