Oh, Siri Me
It’s time to confess that I’m developing a relationship with Siri
It’s time to confess that I’m developing a relationship with Siri
We’ve just arrived back in Canada. Let me set the scene with a “prequel”.
As we glide serenely through calm seas off the Australian coast, my mind tends to wander to some of life’s big questions like “Why do people jump in the air when they get their picture taken?”
I’ve never understood the difference between group travel and travelling with a group – until now.
Since the itinerary is basically two days at sea and one day anchored off Airlie Beach, I had envisioned lounging in a deck chair, sustained by a healthy diet of hamburgers and ice-creams when I was too lazy to drag myself back to the buffet.
Welcome to Pender Island – please leave the city behind.
When we drove off the ferry at Otter Bay a couple of days ago, these words in the Welcome to Pender Island brochure felt a bit cliched. Now, I think we’re finally starting to understand.
I’ve learned that every visitor to Canada wants to see a bear. They just don’t want to see one when they’re walking on a lonely trail through the woods.
As we watch our host climb back up the steep path to the main house, followed by a menagerie of one dog, three cats and two chickens, Nanette comments – “Maybe she is trying to kill us after all.”
I only have two jobs when we travel – well, I reckon one out of two really isn’t that bad
“Well,” she had said, “my cousin Leroy went to Osoyoos back in ‘98. He said the hardware store is way popular with them tourist fellers.” We decide that, if it’s good enough for Cousin Leroy, it’s definitely worth a try.