Back to Vancouver and onto Victoria
When we landed in Vancouver--after a layover in Seattle--we were worn out. Even the Alaska Air pilot's inexplicable request for the entire plane to sing along to Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" on a 6:30am flight, generated little interest. Once in Vancouver, we jumped in a cab with a driver who the travel gods clearly put in our path. He asked us what we had planned. We stared dumbly, um, we don't know, like exploring the city and stuff. Our turbaned guardian angel sprang into action. By the time we exited the cab--back at our Hotwire-home, the Sheraton Wall Centre--we had our marching orders: 1) take a tour of the city; 2) take the ferry to Victoria and go to the Butchart Gardens; 3) walk the Capilano Suspension Bridge; 4) go to Goose Mountain. Thanks, random kind cab driver! Though at that point, we just wanted to sleep. At the hotel, I managed to talk us into a room super early (though the desk clerk slid me the key very surr...