It is Saturday here in Halifax, and the “Ultimate” destination prior to the run back to Boston, with only one stop on the way.
Today is a lay day, which gave those with the inclination to get up at 7am local time to watch the All Blacks give the Aussie frock makers Wallabies another lesson in rugby. In fairness, until half time and after a brutal first half, you’d have to say the pendulum could have swung in either direction, although it would be an unwise punter who’d bet against the All Blacks in the second half of any test. So, with another one in the bag, it was time for breakfast - we’d hoped to find a cafe along the waterfront board walk but were disappointed - not to worry, Tim Hortons again came to the rescue. Whilst others in our group opted for a “duck” amphibious tour to this very historic maritime city, we decided to take in a bit more local scenery and headed out to Peggys Cove, a fairly rugged wee fishing port right on the wild coastline, . The landscape reflects the extremes in weather, bare granite rocks and a few hardly shrubs evidence of the fierce Sou westerly wind that blows in from the Atlantic. We were fortunate in missing the worst of the wind, or the rain that was forecast for later in the afternoon, arriving back at the hotel in time for lunch. As I write, there are the remnants of a “diversity festival “ in a car park across the road from our hotel. We wandered across for a look before the rain prompted us to leave, seemingly amongst the last to do so, having first invested unwisely in a cold samosa and a stale cinnamon bun. Unfortunately no one told the drummers who’ve been bashing wildly for the past 30 minutes, nor the Indian woman who has taken to the microphone with gusto, and our hotel lacks sufficient sound proofing to deaden the racket. So much for diversity. Ah, relief, the microphone is now in the hands of a woman performing a fairly decent rendition of “la vie en rose”, and to my ear French beats Indian every time. Oh no, the French girl has gone and the Indian woman is back... Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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