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I went, I saw; conquered I did not.  Well. Here's how the shit went down: Wednesday. Left Cow-Town at 4 a.m. in the morning with my coffee and muffin in hand, 2 cases of music and a great sidekick to keep me going. Crap crap crap weather and road conditions around Rogers Pass - enough white stuff to halt semi's in their tracks. Thank God for the all-season tires and front wheel drive... heh. The comment which was said aloud the most was "and we're going surfing..." Arrived in White Rock at 2.30 p.m. Napped, ate, slept some more. Thursday. We woke up with me yelling "it's my birthday! wahoo! saweet! yay!!". Left Nanie's house around 9 a.m. to pick up Sean and Liz at the airport. Original thoughts were to pick them up and bust a move to Twsawassan for the nooner - but ended up being the second last vehicle on the 10.30 ferry. Saweet. This was going to be a fan-fucking-tastic weekend. Got to Naniamo and went to the White Spot for lunch and then booted it to Tofino. Now, if ya'll have traveled this road from Parksville to Tofino, you all know what kind of a shit-show the highway is. But at the same time, it is probably the most fun you will have driving your car. Ever. One thing we noticed while trekking on the #4 was the overabundance of pumpkins. And not just any kind of pumpkins... beautifully carved orange things. They were wonderful. And literally hundreds - maybe thousands. Finally we come across the sign indicating the surf is categorized as Extreme. Shit son - we didn't expect this, but let out an excited yelp anyways. Pulled over to watch the last of the sunset on Long Beach. Sigh. The beach. The beautiful endless beach. Tofino. It's about time. We find our accommodation called the Nalu House, unpack and settle in and make our way into town for some food. Mmmm birthday dinner time. After a couple xnays on the restaurant selections, we come across a cafe and order up some awesome wicked food. Fucking awesome food - great birthday dinner. Got some booze and went back to the accom for a walk on the beach. Scott and I walked for what seemed like forever before returning back to the house and watching the game. The day finished early and we were in bed sleeping. Zzzzzzz. Friday. The other guests arrived from Vancouver late Friday night which was inconvenient for sleeping's sake. Damn guys - ya'll really have to party quieter next time. Scott and I decided to hoof it to the beach for a morning walk before the rest of the crew woke up. We ended up at the Wickannish Inn and had breakfast overlooking Chesterman Beach. Delish. After our stomachs were full, we moseyed back to the house and realized that everyone had been waiting for us to arrive so they could rent boards. Well hot damn. They came back to the house empty handed after finding out no surf shop was renting due to the winter storm which had taken over the surf. 20ft waves? They don't look that big... So what do we do? Grocery shop. We went to the only real place in town to get groceries (where you can also buy clothing) and stocked up on grub for the next 2 days. We ate lunch and then came back into town to scope the shops out to see what the locals had in store for us. Not much. Awesome little town though; super cute and full of character. Ended up cracking into the booze and sitting in the hot tub and wood sauna for the rest of the afternoon/evening. Liz decided to be daring and bet the guys they couldn't run into the ocean. Well it was on. We all ran, we all got in, we all froze. Thank God for the hot tub. Had dinner and had some more relaxing times in the tub - not to mention the random porn channel we found on tv which the guys seemed overly enthralled with. Early to bed again - while the crew from Vancity stayed up partying to the sounds of Jay-Z. Stupid Jay-Z.  Saturday. Another walk on the beach. It's great being able to wake up and throw on some warm clothes and walk for miles down a gorgeous beach. We watched the Volcom Surf Comp. along the way before making our way to the Restaurant on the Point at the Wick Inn for brekky again. On the way back - we got absolutely pummeled with rain; I have never ever seen rain like that before. Never. Ever. Period. Got back to the house drenched like no one's business and quasi stoked about getting in the surf today. Well, the surf shops wouldn't have it - "No Rentals at All". Shit man. So what were we going to do? Sunday was a guaranteed travel all-day day. Should we break it up? Do it in 2 days? So Liz, Sean and Scott and I put our heads together. What the hell do we do?! And what's that? WestJet has no flights available for S & L? Another wrench in plans. Looks like we're all driving back together - today. So we go for a jaunt to the coves to check out the waves from a different beach, pack our bags and begin our adventure home. Sigh. Made the 7 p.m. ferry and was in White Rock at my grandmas by 10. Wept. Slept. Sunday. Drove all day. I think by the time we were home, we were pretty irritable. Tired of driving, disappointed of how everything went, sick of spending money on traveling and not stoked on being in a little Civic named Alistair for x number of hours. Sigh. Maybe next time it will be better. We'll get to go surfing next time. Posted by Bella at 9:28 PM# 2 Comments: The trip sounded great, although a bit of a let down without the surfing. Maybe next time you will get to be a super star on the waves. By Did I ever. B-A-Utiful. Can't wait to go back and actually surf... By
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