My frontier journal stopped because the rest seemed to be a whirlwind. Our final stop on the cruise was Victoria, British Columbia. We arrived at 7pm and were scheduled to depart at midnight. We waited and decided to have our final meal on-board. As with all cruises, we got attached to our waitstaff. Our waiter was Karnitas from Bali, Indonesia. He works on the ship while his family of four remains at home. He's a pretty young guy and did well so we were sure to tip him well. Then our secondary waiter was Roy from the Philippines. They were kind. We saw them both during the breakfast/lunch shifts at the buffet and then the dinner shifts. The final food staff performance was a spoof lyric of "Leaving on a jet plane" except re-written to "Leaving on a cruise ship." I think they had fun.
We made our way off the ship and again trusting Johnny's navigation skills walked 2.1 km to downtown Victoria. I admit that I was being a brat and non-believer, but we eventually got there before it got dark. I negotiated with John that if we HAD to walk, then we would take a cab back to port.
The town seemed very cultural with dozens of museums and cultural buildings. Unfortunately, because it was so late it was all closed. I picked up a few souvenirs and we milled about for an hour before finding the cab back.
Earlier that afternoon we packed and somehow it all fit in the luggage.
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