Layers of Niagara
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Our French is pretty limited, so we ask the hotel guy to book us a cab to the car rental depot. He orders a cab to the airport instead, because “Personne n’est assez stupide pour conduire de Montréal à Niagara Falls!” (literally “nobody is stupid enough to drive from Montreal to Niagara Falls!”)
Montreal hasn’t moved me. In fact, between roadworks and street closures, nobody else seems to be moving either.
Our cruise to New England and Canada has been such a great success that I reckon I should share the benefits of our collective learnings with all the “newbies” out there. So, here’s my top five tips for those who dream of cruising.
I was beginning to think that old Quebec smells a bit, er how should I say, agricultural. Then I realised, we’re riding in a carriage that’s behind the horse.
I once knew a guy with a guard dog that let people come right up to the porch, but wouldn’t allow them to leave. Prince Edward Island is a bit like that – it’s free to come by ferry or bridge, but you have to pay to go the other way. The system doesn’t work very well, because we’re told that the only young people who stay long term are girls – that is, girls with long red hair.
Today, we’re in Sydney Nova Scotia. Like it’s Aussie namesake, the place was settled by the Brits (well, actually by the local tribes, then the French, then the Brits, but for the sake of convenience, we’ll say the Brits.) Unlike Australia, these people came here willingly because they were loyal to King George.
I’m never worried boarding a train, plane, automobile or boat. That is, I wasn’t until today.
I used to think the Boston Tea Party was some sort of social event where ladies of a certain age sat around and talked about how disappointed they were with their husbands.
Another day, another new experience. Like most new things we try, we suck at it the first time!