Rocking the Rockies – Banff to Jasper (sort of)
Traveling is much more fun if you have a spirit of adventure, though maybe jumping half naked into an icy cold lake is just a step too far.
Traveling is much more fun if you have a spirit of adventure, though maybe jumping half naked into an icy cold lake is just a step too far.
As Julius Caesar’s wife Cornelia famously said “Veni, Vidi, Ca-ching-icci”, which translates into “I came, I saw, I spent much.” She must have been to Banff.
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.
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.
Do bears have Facebook? You know, some sort of social media system where they swap blueberry recipes, or maybe they just look at the scratches on a tree and say “oh dear, Myrtle’s clubs are climbing already!”