Jun 17, 2011

Rhyme and reason

Originally posted on October 15, 2010.


My wonderful friend Joe wrote an interesting piece on Bill O'Reilly's appearance on The View. Yup, the one where Joy and Whoopi upped and left. I'm sharing it with his approval.

I've been thinking about Bill O'Reilly's appearance on the view that caused Whoopi Goldberg and Joy Behar to walk out midway through the show and had a thought crystallize in my head that there is one simple reason why the Cordoba House should be built.  While the various freedoms Americans are supposed to enjoy (although those who are suing to stop this apparently don't recognize those rights) are important, there is a legitimate argument to be made that while someone may be allowed to do something and can do it, that doesn't necessarily mean they should.  But there is one far more important, yet simple, reason and for anyone who is a friend of mine who still thinks that the Cordoba House shouldn't go through, here it is: Muslims didn't attack America on 9/11.

I'm sure there are many who would be perplexed at that statement after reading it, but rest assured, I'm not crazy.  I'm not suggesting that there never were any planes, or hijackers, or that the hijackers were CIA agents, aliens or Marilyn Monroe clones.  I'm also not suggesting that this wasn't an attack on America itself, nor that the hijackers claimed to be Muslim.  I stipulate all those facts and have no reason to doubt a single one of them.  But nonetheless, Muslims didn't attack America because fanatical extremist idealists attacked America who claimed to be Muslim.

This comment might confuse some and it might seem a tremendous quibble to others, but it is absolutely crucial to understanding everything: 9/11 itself, terrorism in general, al-Qaida specifically and the state of politics and religion today.  The reason is that people are failing to see necessary boundaries between classes of people and failing to recognize how significant those boundaries are.  Instead, they are simply looking at a person who shoots someone to stop them from killing his children as the same as the person who would kill the children in the first place.  They are both killers, so why make any further distinction at all?
It is this same reason why Bill O'Reilly's comment today, that Muslims attacked America, was so offensive.  I'm sure that almost no one who opposes the Cordoba House really saw much of anything wrong with it and thinks that those who do are being overly politically correct. The problem is, however, not that people are being overly sensitive, but that such statements tacitly make sweeping condemnations of  anyone in that class of people for some issue that has nothing to do with the basic properties of that class of people.  There is, after all, nothing in Islam that suggests that they must hate America, that they must condemn it or attack it, or in way oppose it.  There are many loyal Muslim Americans who would, and have given their lives to defend this country, even at times against others who also claim to be Muslim.

For those who still doubt what I'm saying, let me use that exact same argument structure to put forward a couple of other statements: Jews killed Jesus or Christians killed the Jews.  Both of those statements were used in the past and are used to this day to vilify an entire class of people who did nothing more than belong to a religion that had nothing to do either with killing Jesus or with killing Jews.  In this same way, we clearly recognize that those who kill abortion doctors out of a supposed devotion to Christianity are criminals that are not exemplars of Christianity, as we recognize that Israeli assassins killing someone in another country are not exemplars of Judaism.  Instead, we recognize that a few people with extreme ideologies commit crimes and use their extremist beliefs to back them up, but that these beliefs while connected to a creed are not of that creed itself.

And it's that same standard of behavior that is missing in the dialogue about the Cordoba House and Islam in this country in general.  We would never dare suggest that it's inappropriate for a synagogue to be within a few blocks of a church, yet many do the same with the Cordoba House.  We also would never dare to suggest that we screen any Jews, Christians, Hindus or Buddhists to be screened for potential ties to terrorists simply for belonging to their faith, despite the fact that they, like all other major faiths throughout the world, have been called on as rationales for horrendous atrocities--not long ago, or far away, but as close as Oklahoma City or Atlanta, both of which had notable terrorist crimes that were attributed to "Christian" reasons.

So, I'll say it again, Muslims didn't attack America, nor did Islam attack Christianity.  A terrorist organization that claims to be Islamic yet has no problem disregarding any part of Islam that presents an obstacle to them organized and orchestrated a cold-blooded monstrosity against a mixture of Americans of all faiths, including Muslims.  They did so not because they are Muslim, or we are Christian, but because they have become embittered and angry over various historical and personal events and have failed to recognize boundaries between classes of people, and condemned all who belong to a class as guilty of perceived crimes by other members of that class.

Sound familiar?

Single people, single beds?

This was originally posted on October 4, 2010.



I'm seriously considering reading "The Undutchables" after last weekend.
Up till then I've always been fortunate to find a place to crash at friends' places - friends who live(d) in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, or close to the Dutch capital. This time I had to book a hotel room; there's a first time to everything, eh. I had made reservations through the internet, and I knew it would cost me 120 Euros.

I'm used to North American hotel rooms, so I booked a single room (since I was traveling on my own) instead of a double one. Imagine my surprise when I checked in on Saturday: even though it had everything, the room was small, and the single bed was narrow. Even worse: the mattress was soft instead of firm (my back wasn't happy in the morning). That was so not what I had expected. Certainly not when I'm paying 120 Euros for one night! But, you know what? It wasn't shabby, just more cramped than I'm used to, and only for one night, so I decided not to make a big stink out of it.

Interestingly enough, one of the ladies who flew in from London, UK for the meet up, had a similar story. The room they tried putting her up in (she specifically booked a double, and paid for it upfront) was a single room - with a narrow single bed. (What is it with Dutch people and narrow single beds?) Long story short: she had to complain and make a big stink out of it before she was put up in a room she paid for. This is my first time in a hotel room with a bed smaller than the one I have at home!

We were talking about it, and one of the other ladies (Dutch) told a story about how a sibling got married... And their honeymoon suit had two singles pushed together - instead of a double bed. Seriously. Crazy Dutch folks. I could only conclude there's no use booking a double room in the Netherlands, because I probably end up in a room with two single beds pushed together. On the off chance I get to pick up a chick there won't be much hanky panky if one falls into the crack (between the beds).

Beth Hart: secret showcase @ Amstelkerk, Amsterdam (NL)

Originally posted on September 26, 2010.



I had a day off on Friday, but it still was fairly hectic.
I packed a bag for the weekend, ran an errand, then caught the train to Amsterdam. I met up with my friend EJ on Central Station. We had a bite to eat, and then walked on to the venue, Amstelkerk, a former church:

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At first EJ and I walked past, while looking for the venue. EJ thought the people waiting in line were tourists, I thought they didn't look like the fans I'm used to seeing at her concerts. (My bad, indeed.) It turns out a small, intimate place - perfect for the album launch. (I managed to get on the guest list for Beth's secret showcase; she performed songs (old and new, because her audience asked) to a select few.)
For 15 Euros EJ and I both got the limited edition of her new album "My California" (official release date is October 1st) and a poster. Oh, ya, we both got our copies signed by Beth!
Can you spot me in the picture below? (Hint: I'm wearing a grey/charcoal colored t-shirt, and I'm looking away, because I was talking to my friend Natasha.)

Fans of @Bethhart surrounding her piano at Amstelkerk.
"My California" is Beth's most personal album to date. Her rawness and honesty - despite a tough life - are what I've always found appealing, but never have her songs hit so close to home.
For personal reasons both "Sister Heroine" and "Love is the hardest" stood out from all the songs in her set list. (Thank you, Beth, for your liner notes.)
Love is the hardest = I struggle with this one. The ability to love beyond conditions has been hard for me. To open my heart & be willing to choose forgiveness, will continue to be a daily practice. Wish me luck!
Sister heroine = For my sister Sharon & anyone who thinks they're no good, you're always somebody else's hero.
 
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It was a very inspiring concert, to say the least...

Photo recap of Îles de la Madeleine

Originally posted in September 4, 2010.



It's almost a month ago when Krista and I visited the tiny archipelago. Shortly. Here are some pictures I took:

Time flies

This was originally posted on August 17, 2010.



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On Sunday I woke up with a bad case of vertigo, and after feeding Saffron I go back to bed. When I woke up again an hour and a half later, it seemed to have done the trick. I had a couple of vegetable springrolls I got at The Italian Market for brunch. They weren't as good as I hoped they'd be. My advice: add more carrots. The soy sauce that came along wasn't exactly to my taste either, so I made my own by mixing Frank's Hot Sauce with regular tomato ketchup. After that I went for a walk, and headed for The Hydrostone Market. (Half of the stores are closed, because it's Sunday.) Just walking up the street towards Robie got me wheezing and coughing. I lowered my pace slightly, and it took a before the reason sunk in: my asthma was acting up due to the muggy weather conditions. Yay! I went in Quantum Frontier, a comic book store, and found a volume of Terry Moore's Echo I hadn't read yet. I then trek down to the Halifax Shopping Mall. I had intended to pick up a couple of V-neck tees, but the ones Gap currently carries is expensive: Old Navy lets me have two for that price. And while the fabric used for the Gap tees are almost see through, the Old Navy ones are solid. Anyhoo, by the time I decided to walk back I was cooled down enough and I had read the comic while sipping a diet root beer. At the mall. At the first set of traffic lights I popped my neck, while waiting for the WALK sign to light up. The cars were allowed to go first. Suddenly, I saw a gray sedan drive by and a pink haired girl with her head stuck out the window let out a cross between a cat call and a howl. I looked around to see who that was aimed at... Only to realize that at that moment I was the only pedestrian. I was puzzled shortly, and then I was amused.

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My friend Kelly picked me up for a late dinner at Maxwell's Plum. Kelly got the $2 deal on Mussels, and the Spud Covers, while I ordered the Maxwell Club House (no cheese, no bacon). We caught up and enjoyed our food. Oh, their double Rum Runner was delicious as well. It was good to see my friend healthy and happy. We went over to her apartment afterward, where I got to meet her guests (visiting from Ottawa, ON) and her two kitty sleepovers. (They're from her friend who was on a trip.) Oh, and I mustn't forget boyfriend Jon. We briefly talked photography.
It was late by the time Kelly dropped me off in Halifax. I initially thought Krista hadn't returned from Lunenburg and was partying her ass off somewhere, but when I got in the apartment I saw she got back long enough to drop off her stuff and check her E-mail. Saffron just looked at me from the bed - like I was supposed to bring Krista home. I was so tired I decided not to wait up, and went sweepy bye bye.
The next day was my last one in Halifax (for a while) and after I pretty much repacked my bag, we drove out to Old Navy and WalMart, and we finally get Foxglove out! One thing we didn't do was check the weather forecast, but it was beautiful and sunny, so we went. The baby Cape Islander was rocking as it was windy out on the Atlantic. We steered for McNab's. Before we knew it it was time to head to Krista's mom's house for dinner. Her friend Jim Swansburg, who is currently working on Haven (can you spell Stephen King?), joined us. Krista's mom cooked up some deliciously tender chicken legs. (Thank you!) After dinner we looked at some pictures of Krista when she was younger. Heh.

Too soon it was time for us to go back to Halifax, pick up my baggage and head for Stanfield Int'l. At least we're on time, and there's no fog this time either... I'll be back soon!

So many interesting people, so little time

Originally posted August 14, 2010.





We left Charlottetown around 8PM and arrived back in Halifax around 1AM. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to sleep in: we were expected at Tom Gallant’s schooner Avenger. It was a wonderful day with plenty of wind: at one point we had a speed of 9 knots. The next day we were late at arriving at the Lunenburg Yacht Club, but on time to see the start of the race. Krista and I ate the chicken wings we got for the race (can’t let them go to waste, eh?) before driving back to Mahone Bay, where I spent the afternoon being a total tourist. I walked up and down Main St and treated myself to two scoops of dairy free ice cream at Caféhaus. There were three flavors I can safely enjoy, and one of them is my favorite: lemon. The owner warned me it’s really “sour” because he made the ice cream with real lemons, and I assured him that that’s the way I like it. It was tangy, and it was lovely! I recognized his German accent and asked him about it. I ended up talking about emigrating to Canada, finding a job, 9/11, Germany, the Netherlands (he even spoke some Dutch)…
Krista and I headed to the yacht club after the race was over to drop off the food. We hung around for a little while before driving back to Halifax, where we did some grocery shopping for the next day (hamburgers!). I tried a donair; it wasn’t bad, but definitely not something I’d eat regularly. (I would add some garlic sauce/paste for more flavor.)




We arrived in time for the races on Tuesday. There were a few new faces in Tom's crew. All interesting people, and all nice. Some of them have traveled the world more extensively than I have, and have interesting and hilarious stories to tell. I noticed one of the female crew members being in a bit of awe of one of the guys in the crew, Lennie. I didn't get it. Anyway, we sucked at that day's races: lack of wind doesn't do a schooner much good. Lennie graciously indulged us and sung a few songs, hoping to win over the wind gods... Tom even reenacted his VHF play for me: Pink Pirate and his closeted red neck lover Raging Bull were brought back. It cracked up the entire crew. Krista provided everybody with delicious burgers, and sometime after 7PM Tom called it a day. We took the sails down and motored back to the yacht club.
The more people I meet who have relocated to Canada, the more stories I hear about them meeting their loves of their lives and marrying them. I don't know if that is for me.
Krista was pretty hammered, so I was that night's designated driver home. That was when she asked me if I had any idea who Lennie Gallant is. (Despite having the same last name Tom and Lennie are not related.) I confessed I had no clue, so my friend clued me in. I felt like a turd: I could have talked about music - or something, if I had known!

It was raining on Wednesday morning and Krista didn't feel like driving down to Lunenburg, so way stayed home. My allergies happened to pick that morning to start acting up badly, so I popped a Benadryl and napped. We had salads at A Mano at Bishop's Landing; mine was a tasty chicken salad, Krista had a tasty one with caramelized onions. I got a chocolate rum cake and a whiskey cake (I know my mom and brother would enjoy) at Rum Runners around the corner, and a bubble tea at Mu Lan Tea House across the street from A Mano. I was supposed to hear from my friend Nancy, but when I didn't I accepted my friend Amanda's dinner invite. To make a long story short: Amanda did not lock herself out, but something in the doorknob broke, so we couldn't get in. Good thing she didn't start the stove or anything - although her cat Sage didn't understand why we weren't coming in. Amanda's friend Sarah helped us out with delicious cinnamon rolls (we were getting hungry). We ended up having pasta salad and sushi on the lawn outside, while we waiting for the locksmith to show up. He arrived two hours later (after we played several rounds of 20 Questions in the hallway), and needed 45 minutes to drill through the doorknob. It was around 11PM when Amanda was able to finally go back into her apartment. Yay!

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The next morning Krista drove me to Kannon Boardshop in Lawrencetown, NS. I met up with my instructor Alex, and we set out to surf. Just check out the post below. When we got back Krista packed for Lunenburg, I packed to crash at Amanda's for a night. (Still close enough to feed Saffron.) ... Aaand... Take 2! Amanda made some delicious vegetarian patties (oatmeal, onions, egg and cream of shroom), and we had those burgers with bagels. After dinner we rode the bus downtown to the Busker's Festival. We caught one entire performance and it was quite entertaining.
We slept in on Friday morning; I let Amanda take advantage of the fact she managed to get an extended weekend off to visit her family on PEI. After a late breakfast we stroll around downtown. I popped in at the HMV to see if I could find any of Lennie's albums. I did. (There was an entire section on local music and music from Eastern Canada.)



My friend Nancy picked me up in her truck the next morning to do brunch. (No weather to ride a motorcycle.) We drove to Moustache and got a table (with shade) on their patio. Nancy gets the Sunshine Salad, while I order the Chinese Chicken Salad. We catch up and enjoy the food. I forgot about her sense of humor. Heh. Unfortunately, she has other plans for the afternoon, so we don't get to play. She promises we'll get to play the next time. Nancy drops me off at the apartment, and hopes I'll get into a bit of trouble before I leave Halifax *snicker* The way things are going right now I won't be getting any Haligonian tail. I decide to get a haircut. I walk over to First Choice Haircutters at the Forum, and I emerge with a shorter 'do twenty minutes later. At home I wash out the hair products, and notice that the junior hairdresser didn't do a fantastic job. It's less than MEH. The upside of having short hair is that you won't notice it anymore in a week or two.

Lunch with my friend Kelly is postponed: we'll have dinner the next evening instead. I watch some TV and catch an episode of Degrassi. Unfortunately, this is not one where they handled the transgender storyline. Time flies this Summer: I'll be flying out in a couple of days - aaaargh!

I did NOT pee in my wetsuit (although it is allowed - and everybody's doing it)

This is originally posted on August 13, 2010.



Here are some pictures Scotty Sherin took of me yesterday morning. He made me look good in those pics, eh?



With instructor Alex - looking out for a good set of waves.








I didn't see Scotty when he took this picture, so his "Smile at the camera" comment threw me off. Looking back I know I was way too concentrated...



Trying to maintain balance. Not easy with vertigo.


Glad to be back, TO! (Eau de Frog, and What about that hair?!)

Originally posted on August 8, 2010.



My friend Sean was awaiting me at the airport in Toronto, just like he said he would. I almost missed him, but he was the only guy snapping pictures of me. It made me grin like an idiot. We grabbed a taxi to Bond Place Hotel, a hotel conveniently located steps away from Yonge-Dundas Square - and Eaton Centre. After checking in, Sean and I had a late lunch at Chipotle (my friend Stacey would dig this!) Sean and I scoped the area around the hotel. Then it was time for me to go back to the hotel, and freshen myself up for dinner with my friend Wendy and her husband Ed. Wendy and I met through Facebook, and she's one of those people I have had some interesting conversations with. She is just as sweet in real life. I enjoyed her and her husband's playful poking. If I ever settle down with someone that's what I want: I want someone with an amazing sense of humor. (I've always thought of it as important.) Wendy and Ed took me to their favorite Chinese restaurant, East Moon, in York - which was quite a drive from the hotel. Moose Lee was included, and he and I had a wonderful time. The food was good, the company was fantastic, and by the time I was back in my room I had trouble staying awake.




I intended to work out the next morning, but when I woke up a little after 5AM I opted for a few more hours of sleep. I woke up two hours later. I took my time waking up, breakfasting on left over hot and spicy chicken wings. Toronto Greeter Penny was waiting for me in the lobby when I came down all fresh and clean a little before 10AM. She reminded me very much of my friend Lucy, and when I learned she studied History (Canadian history) I knew that was what they had in common. Penny apologized and told me Cabbagetown was really her neighborhood of expertise, but she did research on the city's Gay Village and was more than ready to give me the tour. Well, I can tell you she sure did her homework: she came with all kinds of trivia I hadn't read in any of my city guides (yes, I have several). I had an excellent time walking around parts of Toronto (I hope she did, too) and learning about them. Like with Charles, my Big Apple City Greeter, I gave her a pack of Dutch stroopwafels. They're just to show my appreciation (they do it for free!) and having visited the Netherlands 3 times, Penny was looking forward to enjoying them. She told me she was going to have to hide them from her grandson. *LOL*



One of the things I kept in mind was that if I ever decide to move to TO 519 Church is one of the places to go. The tour ended in Chinatown, and I still remember from 8 years ago how to get back to the area my hotel is located. (When I first visited Canada I picked TO and Niagara Falls, and stayed at a hotel next to the Maple Leaf Garden.) I walked my way to the Royal Alexandra Theatre, where Sean and I would attend a show, and from there it was a short walk to Union Station, where Sean and I were going to meet the next morning. I had a wonderful meal at Le Commensal, which was a short walk away from my hotel. I had forgotten how much I love their garlic pasta! I also found out they're open for breakfast... Before I went back to the hotel, I popped in at the HMV on Yonge St, where they were playing the new Arcade Fire album (released the next day). I picked up a few CDs, and the girl who helped me had some pretty awesome tattoos. And guess what? She's from Halifax, too!



I skipped a work out at the gym the next morning and went back to Le Commensal for breakfast: a very tasty avocado sandwich (with tomato and lettuce) and green tea. Then I walked to Union Station to meet with Sean. I was early, he was on time. We went up CN Tower (I didn't go up the first time I visited Toronto, because of an enormous line of people waiting) and spent some time gawking. Just driving into the downtown a couple of days ago I couldn't believe the amount of high rises along the lake front; I surely don't remember them being there eight years ago. After that we walked to the ferry terminal and got tickets to the Toronto Islands. The skyline looks different from what I remember. I should see if I can dig up a picture I took of the TO skyline and compare it with one I just took... We had to wait quite a while for the Ward's Island ferry. When we got off it we went straight to the Rectory Café, where Sean and I had a lunch. I had a tasty veggie omelet:



We walked the boardwalk from the Rectory Café towards Center Island, where we rented a 2-seater quad and cycled the rest of the islands. (It was hot, and we could use some shade, so cycling that quad was a good option!) Looking back I can't believe the distance I covered on foot (8 years before) wearing combat boots in 32C and regular pants instead of shorts.
Back in the city we passed the Hockey Hall of Fame. It was a muggy 26C (it felt more like 34C) and we cooled off a bit at the Sheraton. There, we called off walking to the Dakota Tavern (too much and too far away) and headed to Silver Snail Comics instead. (We passed a Fluevog store, where I bought a pair of cool shoes.)


I found the latest volume of Terry Moore's "Echo", and a very cute koala hat. I was foolish NOT to buy it. What was I thinking. Um. Wait. I wasn't thinking. The heat gave me a case of fried brains. That was it! Anyway, then we went back to the hotel and while I freshened up, Sean got a pint at the Imperial Pub across the street. Then we had dinner at Le Commensal (see a pattern there?) before heading to the theater to see Rock of Ages. We were early, which gave us the opportunity to check out Canada's Walk of Fame (Sean and I thought it was pretty short. Maybe we missed part of the walk?), and have a pre-theater drink at a pub called O'Malley's. (Arrr, matey!)
Rock of Ages rocked! It was funny at times, and pretty much a sing along show, too. I enjoyed it very much.
When I got back to the hotel I repacked, and the next morning I took the airport shuttle. It was great to be back in Toronto - even if it was just for a very short period of time. I'll be back!
It was raining when I arrived in Halifax, and Krista was waiting for me. We caught up while we were waiting for the baggage belt to start. When we got home we immediately prepared for our trip to the Magdalen Islands. We each packed a bag, and camping gear and stowed it in Krista's hatchback. We went to bed early, because we had to leave early to catch to 9AM ferry in Souris, PEI. Despite the fog during the first part of our trip (hello Confederation Bridge) and missing a turn in Charlottetown, we made it in time... Only to find out there was NO 9AM ferry. WTF?! When I made reservations it specifically said 9AM instead of the regular 2PM one. Because of that I asked Krista if she was alright with leaving so early (she was). Needless to say we weren't amused. Krista suggested getting breakfast at The Bluefin Restaurant in Souris. The food's simple but good, and it's a short drive away from the ferry terminal. There was a woman at the restaurant who's a dead ringer for Krista's mom (we should have taken a picture!); Krista was trying not to stare too much and I did a double take on my way to the washrooms.



When we finally were on the ferry we had a few hours to kill relax and catch up on a bit of sleep. Krista also introduced me to a card game called Set. It's the kind of game that gets me hooked quickly, and I know would do the same to my brother (can you spell nerds?).
After arriving at Îles de la Madeleine, we immediately drove to the nearest camping (Barachois) where we got a spot for the night. We set up the tent, and I was knocked back by a really really foul smell. I asked Krista about it, and she thought she may have rolled it up after accidentally placing it on dog poo. People, trust me, dog poo is bad, but this was just plain nasty. We decided to let the tent air out before putting up the cover. Long story short: to avoid waking up with a massive headache I spent a night in the car, while Krista shared the tent with... Wait for it... A mummified frog. (E-mail me if you want to see photographic evidence.) I'm not sure what it was doing in the tent - or why it hopped in in the first place - but that's one frog that won't get kissed EVER.
The next day we drove Route 199, which is 88 km long, and runs the whole length of the archipelago. I enjoyed the scenery, the kite surfers, the weather (which improved from a dreary morning to a sunny afternoon), the company, the drive... I enjoyed the fact I got to practice my French (even though I keep struggling with Quebecois French, I think it's better than nothing, eh?) and even though I kept meeting people who easily switched to English upon finding out je suis pas Français, Krista seemed to meet people who didn't speak English at all.
The last meal on the islands was at a café/resto called "Le pas perdue". I had a chicken burger (with real chicken, instead of processed "chicken") that was served with fries... And some long blond hair (tangling up part of my fries). Bon appetit! Talking about a hairy situation, eh? The waitress apologized profusely and got me a 25% discount. Merci, Mademoiselle. The frog and hare hair are enough to ensure the islands won't be easily forgotten.



We got the 8PM ferry back to PEI, and arrived at 1AM in Souris. We drove to Red Point Provincial Park, and after some haggling at the office (I broke the ice by pointing out one of the ladies' flies was open) we got a spot to camp. Unfortunately, it was very windy and Krista and I were knackered, so we both settled with sleeping in the hatchback. That meant we had to "rearrange" some of the stuff to make room for the both of us. (We managed.) When we woke up the next morning we had a wonderful view of the ocean. It was still early, so we sped to the bathrooms and got showered and properly freshened up. Then we drove to Charlottetown, PEI, and had breakfast at Cora's (I had a Theo's - no cheese - an omelet stuffed with vegetables). After that I did the tourist thing and walked around a bit, checking out Queen St (yup, I found their comic store there) and venturing some side streets, while Krista napped in the car. (Migraines suck. I felt bad for her.) I caught part of an reenactment on a little square off Victoria's Row. I think it was about the Confederation thingy Charlottetown is known for. We had a late lunch (or early dinner) at a place called Ta Ke Sushi. I picked the vegetarian platter and shared it with Krista. It was yummie! And it was plenty; we ended up taking the leftovers to Krista's friend Jude and her parents. Wonderful people. And their cat Spida is something: this is the first cat I have ever met who enjoys walks along the beach.



Krista pointed out that between Toronto and the Magdalen Islands I was in five provinces in a week: Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and Quebec :D

Rowing tournament: short photo recap

Originally posted on July 12, 2010.


The past two weeks was dominated by an ongoing heat wave - with a very short reprieve last weekend (unless you live in the South of the country, like I do). Unfortunately, today was an incredibly hot one, too (temps around 35C/95F).


Watching different teams prepare for their "run". There was one heat for women only teams, one heat for men only teams, and another for mixed teams. The team I was in consisted of Daan (team captain), Naima, Jeroen and Ralf. I participated as a substitute.

 
Jeroen, Naima and Daan getting ready for the first run of the day. Ralf's just out of the picture.
 

The second run of the day was right after lunch. (I was actually finishing a burger when we were called to prepare, and two team members just left for the restroom.) Anyway, Daan wanted me to participate in the second run. My brother Arnold managed to come over and cheer us on. He took the following pictures, too:

 
They - unfortunately - beat us.
 
 
The boat and club house. And off we go!
 
And several minutes later, we finally arrive. The course is a total of 500 meters, with a turn halfway (to keep it simple). ... And the last run of the day (after which Daan took a swim).


I had a great day - despite the heat. I told Daan to count me in for next year. Unless I'm visiting Victoria, BC, that is...
EDIT: We ended 6th place! In the mixed heat there were 8 teams, so I guess we did alright for a bunch of beginners, eh? (With just one team practice under their belts before the races.)