September 1st to 10th. On a scale of five stars we give Dieter and Annette a six point four. Another day here and we'd be changing our postal code. The island and all it contains, including all the tourist bits is a memorable experience. Tales of our adventure will induce immediate jealousy I'm sure. Some observations: There is enough slate on the roof of the Empress Hotel to give every kid in Canada a pioneer lap top. Mercedes sports car convertibles are thicker than Chevy's. Deer are more plentiful than cameras around Victoria harbour. If you can't find a good meal around here you shouldn't leave home. Being an Ontario native, trees aren't something new, however, if trees were legs, the ones out here would be Vegas show girls. Tip the waitress well, she will remember you on your 2nd visit; I know it happened. The Butchart Gardens is a perfect example of what one person's vision can evolve in to. The Mrs. took a quarry and turned it into one giant flower pot. When we arrived the vintage boat get together was happening in Victoria harbour. If you added up the value of the display of floating history it would equal Canada's operating budget (that's polite for debt) British California, or "the left coast" is another piece of this geography that puts the "Oh" in Oh Canada.
