Whale watching. Day started with rugby captain, Blair Kinghorn, expressing concerns that he thought he was 'allergic to whales.' 'Why?' 'Becauese last time I went whale watching I felt really sick.' He actually said that. We had the boat to ourselves and following a 40 minute journey out into the Pacific, we spotted our first Orca. One of a pod of 8. For the next hour we watched them breaching, spy hopping, tail lobbing and fin slapping. One swam under our boat. The pod matriarch is a 103 yr old Orca called 'Granny', the oldest Orca to occupy these waters, the pod included 2 of her adopted sons. We were reminded and subsequently reminded ourselves, that we had been very lucky to see a whole pod in such playful form, it was a genuinely remarkable and moving couple of hours. On our way back in, we again witnessed some astonishing scenery, mountainous islands emerging and disappearing through the sea fog. We returned via a seal island, then some of us were lucky to see a sea otter in Fisherman's Warf.
In the evening the whole party headed to Victoria's China town for a meal. This would be the last time we would eat together and the kids dressed to the nines, doing the occasion justice, the early evening sun soaked stroll to the restaurant was a perfect end to a pretty special day
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