After saying goodbye to Mary, Paul picked us up and took us to catch the Ferry across to the Island. I love being on the water but feel chunderific on every other mode of transport - particularly greyhound buses!! However Sparks gets very sea sick, so the tables turned and I was reassuring her that she wouldn't vom... or if she did, I would ensure I was as far away from her as possible! Fortunately, the ferry was very smooth, had free wiffy and beautiful views so the chunder bus never arrived.
We jumped off the ferry in sunny Victoria and headed to arrivals where we were greeted by two of my favourite people smiling and waving at us frantically! It was so lovely to see then both again, and we were laughing hysterically within minutes! The first joke emerged as Rog asked us our thoughts on Andy Murray to which we replied (sarcastically of course... Bless him.) 'urgh... Cry baby!' needless to say Rog was in stitches and the laughs didn't stop all day!
Once they had managed to lug our exploding bags to the car we were taken out to lunch by the water. It had a gluten free menu so I was in my element even ordering a gluten free beer with my sandwich ;)
Over dinner we gossiped and Amy got to hear all about the stories from mum and dads times with Roger and Jim over the years, and of course we relived Mama Barthez's fateful lemon drop experience...
After a lovely lunch we headed out to look at some of the sights and stopped by to see an adorable pier where people lived in houses on rafts. Most of them were covered in trinkets and even some had Halloween scenes outside of them - fake cobwebs the lot! There was even a little cafe that had a takeout area especially made for people in canoes - very cool.
We then moved on and went around the bay seeing the different boat clubs, one had sone incredibly friendly seals that were coming right up to us and other people to be fed fish. One of the seals would even slap the water to demand more food! It was pretty creepy seeing them up close as they are quite cute but look a bit like they could get up in yo' grill if they wanted to...
After our whirlwind tour the boys took us to their favourite street for getting coffee, we went into a lovely cafe and got some drinks and a quinoa chocolate muffin - holy Christ.
Words can't explain how good it was! I would describe it as a celiac paradise party in my mouth. Amazeballs.
After my euphoria had ended we headed back to Roger and Jims condo to get the lemon drop party going! The condo is spectacular! It had the most beautiful views and the decor is gorj!
Jim got straight to work in setting up the lemon drops - these are the drinks we introduced Jeff to in San Fran - they were first given to us by Rog and Jim and have been a Barthez tradition ever since. No one makes them like Jim so we were more than happy to get drinking them by 4pm! Deelish! Jim also knocked up a cheeseboard to keep the 'truth serum' from kicking in too early. We spent the afternoon reminiscing and joking on the lovely balcony looking over at Victorias fantastic views. Cray cray beaut.
A bit later we got dressed up and went to a beautiful bar in a fancy hotel - by this point the lemon drops had kicked in so I have no idea what it was called! There we drank more delicious cocktails, this time opting for gin based cocks - of course!
We were shortly joined by Roger's son Ian who took us out to one of his favourite bars and his local so Jim and Rog could recover from their British invasion!
Even more cocktails were consumed and by the second bar the munchies had well and truly kicked in - sweet potato fries a go go! After horrifying Ian with some tales from home we went back to his to watch Goldmember after making Austin Power jokes all evening - random but hilarious, especially after several drinks, anyone sounds like Goldmember.
After reciting all the quotes in the entire film we eventually hit the wall and sleepily made our way back to the Condo. It was here that we were greated by the biggest moth IN THE WORLD! It was literally the size of my face! Sparks was spazzing out as per whilst Ian was aimlessly trying to swat it, meanwhile I just watched highly amused by the chaos. Eventually the moth was 'removed' by Ian on his way back out and we drunkenly stumbled into bed.
Oh if only we knew how we'd feel in the morning...
André!! Pa x
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ReplyDeleteIf that was the cheeseboard he put together. Then he is king!
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