Tofino is Canada's surf capital, and just south of the main township stretches 35 kilometres of prime boarding, bustling with surfers year round. On my first trek I was unsuccessful in my attempts to hitchhike to the furthest beach and ended up walking 6 or so kilometres to Chesterman, making it in time for a fantastic sunset off the rocky outcrops of Frank Island — a privately owned, but laxly cordoned off islet, accessible by low tide. I imagine this stretch of highway usually consists of hitchhikers making their way much further south to the next township, and with most drivers seeming to remain within the outskirts of Tofino, I wasn't lucky enough to catch a ride. Heading back though, the first driver pulled over — even dropped me all the way out on the point where the hostel is, so that was definitely a perfect way to finish off the evening rather than trudging back in the wet and cold. The next day I set off under a complete downpour, rented a bike and made it all the way to Cox bay, spending the afternoon. Strangely there is almost zero wind, right on the un-sheltered beachfront — so despite it being only 7°c and only a handful of days away from the Winter equinox, it makes for a very pleasant walk. As seasoned travelers here are marking the Whaler's Point Guesthouse as their favourite Hostel across their many travels, it will be sad to head off tomorrow, but with my bus to Nanaimo now booked, I'll be off on another adventure.
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