VANCOUVER ISLAND: day 6

Woke up tired and grumpy. It was so so so windy all night, whenever I was about to drift off, a huge gust would blow and shake the core of my soul. The van was, again, on a big ol’ angle and I kept getting squashed into the cupboards. It’s definitely taking some time to get used to this small space with 2 medium sized people in it. I've hit my head on every single bit you could possibly hit your head on, at least twice.

Didn’t even pack the bed away before we set off, needed to find a bathroom and WiFi ASAP. Obviously, a much harder task than anticipated. New social distancing rules mean that any the tiny cafes is take out only, forcing us to drive into the city centre to find somewhere to sit/pee.

I face timed my family from a particularly grimy Tim Hortons. They said the beaches have re-opened in the UK. They looked busier than Benidorm at the peak of summer. Scary.

We also reminisced about having the best time with them in Victoria. It’s a shame the last 24 hours have been such a shit show. It is such a lovely city, just not the place to be living out of your van.

We decided to head to get the ferry to Salt Spring Island. Checked the ferry times, downloaded a backroad map onto Isaac’s phone, along with a couple of podcasts, then sprinted back to the van to get out of Victoria as fast as we could. Lesson learnt, cities and van living do not mix well, especially in the middle of a global pandemic. Never again will I take a nature wee for granted.