There’s lots I’d like to do, places to go, things to see. So what’s stopping me?
Best. Holiday. Ever? Certainly the cheapest!
Camp tomorrow! My first-ever Summer Camp, this one’s at RAF Marham. I have no idea what to expect, though the two tame Squadron Leaders of my acquaintance have done their best to scare me.
I won’t be able to make any posts form there though, it sounds like a bit of an IT wilderness! Not even sure if I’ll get a mobile phone signal.
Some of you may suspect that I’m not having a great time over here, having read my previous posts. Well, yesterday we drove to Niagara to see the Falls…
Okay, so the drivers were still idiots, and the roads are full of lumps and bumps, but the 2.5-hour trip out (only two back – how odd) was well worth it. Even though the temperature was around 30°C by the time we got there, and the humidity correspondingly high, it’s just such a lovely place to wander around.
We didn’t have time to do more than cruise the part of the town on the other side of the hills, and Niagara-on-the-Lake was a bit of a whistle-stop tour, but we’d seen the falls, which was the main thing.
I could spend hours there, with the right person and the right camera; as did many of the other tourists, politely walking around other tourists who were having their photos taken with the Falls as backdrop.
So you see, it’s not as bad as I may have painted earlier! Mind you, I’ll be back in the UK in about 40 hours (as I write), so I’d better make the most of the last 24 hours here… and top up my tan a bit…
In Canada, the ubiquitous, local coffee establishment of choice is Tim Horton’s. It would be rude not to.
Today is Labour Day in Canada (and the US, but they nicked the idea from Oop North). As such, everything is shut; malls, coffee-houses, you name it and you can’t buy it (well, not easily).
If this was a UK Bank Holiday (like last week), we’d all be at Meadowhall or B&Q. And I’d be writing my postcards, drinking coffee and buying cheap electronic accessories.
I’d always assumed that when I returned to Canada, it would be to take the scenic railroad trip from Toronto to Vancouver via the Rockies, with my chosen life-partner. However, since my chosen life-partner isn’t interested in being my chosen life-partner I’m here with my mum, visiting family.
Today, we went to the Toronto Waterfront (lake-side, not sea-side). It reminds me a bit of London (England); there are sights to see, which people generally ignore unless they’re tourists. And the CN Tower, the Toronto landmark, is now obscured by two large, conjoined office-cum-apartment buildings, in the same manner that St Paul’s has been hemmed in by unnecessary developments.
It doesn’t matter where you go in the world, there will always be people who Think Small. As fab as the Waterside looks, it’s that view from it to the Tower that people want to see, and photograph… and now they can’t.
The in-flight information screen and I had a difference of opinion.
Sharing the departure lounge with a man famous enough that even my poorly mum managed to recognise him.
Time to come home. You know you have to.
I do like this hotel but it does have its quirks.
An afternoon wandering around Grand Place in Brussels.
The tourist has landed – for a few days, anyway.