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Anyway, visiting the First Nations drove me to want to further observe another ones. I was remembering then an old aboriginal lady's saying, "Hey! you look like us, Indian," as she rolled into a poor quarters' pub in the east side of Downtown. I don't know if she was drunk or drugged but she was dancing as if forgetting herself. Before Port Hardy, where the ferry to Prince Rupert departs, there is an island called Alert Bay and I wanted stay there next, because it had a hostel with abundant aboriginal culture.
However, the place was too far for one day ride and finally got to Campbell River where was famous for Salmon fishing on the sea. To be trouble, a cheap accommodation I found in the yellow page was yet closed when visited, but kindly enough a man keeping there gave me a ride to a motel he recommended. The office lady told me that a Greek restaurant along the main street was fairly good saying afterwards she also come. Across a bridge to the main road, with falling darkness behind a tiny tiny light of a house over whispering river with woods felt as if appealed they were surly alive; I wanted to hold that scene strongly pressing my shutter.
I was not necessarily satisfied with the dishes at the Greek restaurant, and began to wonder whether the tasty restaurants in Western style never exist in this country. The next day, however, I came to come across a splendid one.
Unfortunately, the hostel on Alert Bay was also not opened yet at that time of March, but she gave me another kindness over the phone in this town; she told Linda who lived on the island across from Campbell River and ran a guest house would help me with my accommodations. Calling her, I got her promise to offer a bed, even though she had not opened either and was supposed to go away.

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Until the next ferry to the Quadra Island, I strolled around the town to look for a good restaurant believing this famous fishing town should have such one. Then, curiously maybe for my Japanese appearance and heavy baggage, an old Caucasian policeman accosted me, "Hi, where are you from?" He said he settled here recently from somewhere East of Canada after retired; such life changes should never happen in Japan, I thought, and he looked very happy with his not accustomed occupation. He might know, the idea struck me, "Do you know good restaurant near here?" "Well, what kinds of dishes do you want? There are several places I prefer." "I want a good, I mean tasty and possibly cheap, seafood restaurant. I want to eat Campbell River's fish."
This way I became to know "BeeHive Seafood Grill & Cafe." It was located at a corner of the wharf and had a good view of the sea. I ordered a Caucasian waiter's recommendation, a Lunch Seafood Ling (a pasta) with a cup of coffee. At a first glance, it was an ordinary seafood pasta because of its not great looks. But that was actually the common misunderstanding in epicurian dishes.
Pushing fork into the pasta covered with decent herb vegis, then mussels, shrimps, next to next got appeared, and I was fascinated with its taste at a first bite. What a thing! What a harmony of the variety of seafood and herbs with the pasta which was just adjusted hardness. My tongue danced in mouth and I couldn't help appreciating devouring without looking upon scenic spot over windows. Especially, the sweetness of the small shrimps was out of description! That was happy itself; I could never ever remember such a shrimps so far.
"Was the shrimp caught around here?" "Sure," a young cute waitress replied. Thinking this is Italian taste from my experience in Japan, I asked, "Do you call the dish I had a Canadian or an Italian?" She said bashfully, "A Canadian, I guess." Well, I wanted to confirm the face of this cook then; when checking out, over the counter of the kitchen I saw a White extra over-weighted chef moving busily. That figure made me somewhat relived.
by tetsu95jp | 2007-11-18 09:03 | 5.Till Port Hardy
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