$9.99 plus tax plus ?? – Canada
I always have trouble with tipping. Not trouble with the concept …no, my trouble is knowing when to tip and how much.
I always have trouble with tipping. Not trouble with the concept …no, my trouble is knowing when to tip and how much.
It’s hot. Not the heat of an Australian summer, where the sun scorches your skin in an instant and the pavement melts and sticks to your shoes. It’s the kind of heat that creeps around and makes everything stick and cling in all the wrong places.
Like I said, I hate flat packs. I reckon that JYSK/Yisk has some flaxen haired Scandinavian guy called Sven on hand somewhere to assemble the display stock in the store.
“What on earth are you two up to?” “We’re cleaning the house before we leave.” “But, isn’t there a lady who does that after each family leaves?” “Of course! We don’t want the place to be untidy when she comes.”
We are divided between two options today – to drive one hour north to Campbell River, and then take a short ferry ride to Quadra Island, where we might be able to kayak with orcas – or travel about three hours to a beach.
Have you ever been to one of those places that’s just known for one thing? For example, mention Chinchilla and people immediately think of the world melon seed spitting championships.
When I was at primary school I learned that there are seven continents and five oceans. I could even name most of them once. Today, we are off on our mystery tour to the four seas, well four “C”s anyway.
There’s an ancient saying, “When a bald eagle flies across your path, followed by two seagulls, you will undertake an unexpected journey.”
We are off to Vancouver Island, or just “the island” in local-speak, today.
How do you amuse your Aussie friends on the last day before you send them on their way? Don’t stress, there’s no right answer to this question.