Camels to Kamloops

We have almost forgotten what day it is, we are not missing our telephones, in fact time is rather meaningless on vacation. Except in the morning.  To George. By 6:00 he has showered, packed, and had a cup of coffee. I awake to, " Woman, time to get going." I roll out of bed, throw some water at my face, ( I have given up showering, makeup, and brushing my hair), brush my teeth, pick up the clothes I threw on the floor last night and put them on. By this time George has the luggage carrier loaded so I throw myself  on top of the suitcases and George rolls us towards the start of a new day.

When we were sitting by the pool in Victoria we spoke to a man who lived in Kamloops. I asked him if it was a Native American name. He said that Kamloops is a desert area and there was a man who imported camels there thinking they would thrive in the climate. They all died.  Supposedly the city was named for this man, or for the camels.

The ride to Kamloops was amazing. The Canadian Rockies are stunning and they are the backdrop to the scenery that unfolds as the ride goes along. There was the fabulous Seton Lake.  It is described as being a dull turquoise, but the color is succulent. There was no one in the lake and it was just beautiful.  The roads in Canada are wonderful to ride a motorcycle on. They go on forever, they are well maintained, the scenery is breathtaking, and there is no signage or garbage.

We stopped in a small town to have lunch- a really small town. We ended up eating at Dina's Greek Diner.  We were walking by when I spotted a sign for Italian food and grilled cheese sandwiches in front.  How bad could it be?  We walk inside and one side of the restaurant is filled with a group. The waitress says something to us that I could not here, because at the same time the group was all talking at once making it clear we were not with them!  They were a group from Germany, some on bikes, some in cars, and as the waitress said, they just all showed up at once. She tried to shake us out of the place, but someone told us to find a table. I think it was one of the Germans. It really was quite funny.  Another woman came out to help, who knows what her job was, and the waitress kept complaining, and then the German men began lining up at the cash register to pay. She just ignored them as she was still serving people in their group.  We were very entertained. George ordered some baked ravioli and of course I had a grilled cheese sandwich.   We were both very pleased. Good food and entertainment.  At a Greek Cafe in the middle of no where.

It was serendipitous that we enjoyed lunch, because by the time we made it to Kamloops dinner was whatever snacks we could find.  We never did see the town.

Tomorrow- returning to the USA- and traveling to Sequim