From car rides and ferry crossings
The day in Vancouver starts gloomy and fresh. Well, actually the day begins quite early, as we wake up early and the shuttle bus to the RV rental FRASERWAY is promptly parked in...


Published: 18.05.2026
The morning is glorious. It smells of fresh greenery, it feels new, clean - like Proban. Yes, Proban, no coffee without the smell of gas. The camper has everything we need and what we don't need. Do we need a microwave? Egg cups? Toaster? Well, let's see. Today, we first need coffee and blueberry bagels... mmm... and porridge with maple syrup. Our goal today is the Fairy Lake Campground in Port Renfrew, heading towards the Pacific West Coast. We will make a stop in Victoria, leisurely strolling through the city and the harbor area. Canada is very multicultural. During the Victoria Day weekend, there is a multicultural festival at the Parliament. The scents of food from all kinds of countries fill the air. Music and culture, and we’re right in the center of it. It feels very good. The weather is quite favorable. The rain clouds only release their load once we are sitting in the camper. The way back to the parking lot is lined with numerous homeless people, which shocks and makes us ponder. A country like Canada, with its caring nature and friendliness, shows us a very ugly side. Now Peter dares to take the wheel out of the big city. We follow the West Coast Highway No. 14 towards the southwest. Passing various beach sections, we catch our first glimpses of the wild Pacific with its driftwood-strewn wild bays and forests that reach down to the water. It feels really good to see the vastness and the wild waves. Less pleasant are the wild shakes on the road. The highway is a rollercoaster with huge holes and narrow roads. It shakes us up, the bikes wobble, the cupboards rattle... No, Peter is not at fault. The road is just horrible. But all the more beautiful is French Beach, where we stop and let the Pacific wind blow in our faces, so that our brains can calm down and come back to its place, along with the other shaken body parts. It’s truly a torture, this road! The campground in the rainforest by Fairy Lake is very quiet, the holes in the driveway are very large, and so are the mosquitoes. We disappear into the camper, cook rice with vegetables, and are glad if there’s no earthquake tonight.
