Here is a great offer from our neighbours at the Royal BC Museum. Click here and plan to join us for this great experience. All Aboard!
Our housekeepers seem to be happy to be rid of old Johnny. He was waste-full noisy and had a tendency to be stuck up.
Replacing old Johnny is a new sleek model called the Viper. Just the name implies a sense of excitement. All kidding aside, our new commode will save a great deal of water with fewer backups than our old toilets. Water usage in Greater Victoria comes from a reservoir that only has a finite capacity and with longer, dryer summers and increased population in the area, the need to conserve is greater then ever. Our hotel is doing its part to replace the old toilets that use 13 liters per flush with our new Vipers that use only 4.8 liters per flush. This month will see 59 toilets replaced as part of our renovation of our traditional rooms. This will continue next year as we move up the tower to eventually replace them in all 177 units. Want to learn more about the Viper? Check it out here.
Also check out our reno page for a complete update on our renovations.
One of the benefits of renovating hotel bedrooms is that furniture and bedding is changed well before it’s useful life is finished. For our team at the hotel, this is nothing better than to feel we are helping our community with something as much needed as fresh beds for those in need. It is surprising to know that in a city as fortunate as ours, we still have people who do not have a bed to sleep on. That is why we are donating 20 complete sets including frames, box springs mattresses, all the sheets, duvets, pillows and shams. James Slack, Senior Resident Support Worker expressed his gratitude to hotel employees stating the completed bedding is so hard to build from the supplies they have so when it comes to them in this complete package, it means people will get a good nights sleep that much sooner.
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by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.