sometimes you just feel like leaving town, getting on a train, and exploring a random city. I did that one weekend with my mom, partly as part of a birthday trip for her, and also as what's probably going to be our last trip together before i get married.
city hall. and a boat.
after breakfast, we took a walk around the harbourfront. the big boats were still there. we asked a local what event was going on.
"poker run," he said.
"ah," we nodded. wait. poker didn't explain the boats at all.
finally we arrived at Wolfe Island, which was full of all sorts of quaint shops.
okay, maybe "full of" is a bit of an exaggeration. it's a quiet sleepy place, like islands often are. we went to the tourist office to find out what there was to do.
"do you have a car?" they asked.
"no," we said.
"hmmm. there isn't much to do here," the tourist office said. I appreciated their honesty.
it was mostly the bands sound checking. oh well. mom and i got back on to the ferry to enjoy the boat ride back.
there was an ambulance on the ferry, lights flashing with a patient inside, but we were on island time. you can't hurry a ferry.
although massive and impressive and simulataneously beautiful, our tour was a reminder that army life is not for me. at least, not early 20th century army life under British rule. i saw what those toilets looked like.
there were, however, small children running around with rifles, some of the kids so small their rifles were bigger than them. they seemed to want to join the army. i found this sight to be somehow both adorable and mildly disturbing.