We had an early wake-up call (4:00) to catch the ferry from Bella Coola to Port Hardy on the Vancouver Island. After a few hours of sailing, the captain came on the speakers and announced that he had probably taken the right turn from Bella Coola and he thinks he now knows where we are. Well that’s comforting. Canadian humour, eh? I wondered if he’d like to borrow my GPS.

The first two thirds of the cruise had been on calm waters and lukewarm scenery. It probably would’ve looked nice otherwise but for the high cloud so despite the sunshine, the sky had a dull colour that I didn’t bother to shoot. But then after we reached open sea, the wind picked up – a lot. I had to risk grabbing some dinner because I was hungry, but the ship was swaying too much for me to even attempt to carry my soup to the table so I got help (they were very understanding!). Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to get soup anyway… this is the first time I’ve ever had to chase my food around the table. But then the swaying subsided as we approached Port Hardy and we actually got there ahead of schedule, at 22:15 instead of 00:45. We didn’t complain.

So, this cruise is known as the Discovery Passage. Can’t say we discovered a lot. Boredom, mostly.