International Jet Trash Mission: Gin Martinis by Seaplane

Skot McDonald was in town for a very brief visit (less than 48 hours), and hatched a plan to visit Victoria, British Colombia in order to sample their gin martinis. We headed to the seaplane docks with neither luggage nor plan, but we dressed smartly for the occasion.

The Colts/Jets game was starting. We booked tickets, had a quick lunch, then boarded the seaplane headed for Victoria.

We arrived in Victoria. It started to rain. We visited the Bard & Banker hand ordered martinis and oysters. The oysters were half off, which was a pleasant surprise. The gin martinis were fantastic, I'm pleased to report.

We sipped the martinis. The Jets/Colts game was just ending.

We had just enough time to say hello to Darth Vader, who was playing the fiddle on a street corner, and grab a case of local beer from the Swan before racing back to the seaplane docks to catch the final Vancouver-bound flight of the day. After all, I had to work this morning, and Skot had four flights to catch in order to make it back to Perth.

While we waited in the queue to pay for the beer, two local drunks asked us some really good questions:
1. Why was I "dressed like Sherlock Holmes"?
2. Why, if Skot was Australian, was he "dressed like a French guy"?

We'll have to get back to them on that one.

We made the return flight, stopping along the way to say g'dy to the statue of a man who looks sort of like John Howard and sort of like Michael Caine.

I must say that I long for the day when a case of beer can be carry-on luggage on a normal commercial flight. Yet another reason why seaplanes are better than jumbo jets. At any rate, we were back on the land mass from which we started within three hours of initial departure.

Mission: Complete