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Tasting Sea Spray With the Killer Whales in Port McNeil. B.C, Canada


After a beautiful drive up Vancouver Island through old-growth forests, you get to the little fishing village of Port McNeil. From here, whale-watching tours depart down the Johnstone Strait for some of the best killer whale viewing in the world. Early in the morning, you cut through the misty archipelago, searching for the resident pods that migrate through the area. It doesn't take long to find them and soon enough you will see them jumping in the air and scratching themselves on the polished stones near the shore. If killer whales weren't enough, you also might get lucky enough to spot dahls porpoises, sea lions, minke whales, bears, eagles, and even humpback whales. All of this, surrounded by the spectacular beauty that only the Pacific Coast of Canada can provide.

Also published on Trazzler.

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