Penguins, Pot & Other Stuff

One of the highlights of our trip was a walk-through the local fishing village.  You really get to see how the people live.  Boats coming in and out, little shops along the streets, rundown buildings beyond repair.  Lovely homes; almost mini mansion like.  Graveyards, animals, bright colors: they are all there.

 

I’ve uploaded a few pictures from our walk.  Accessibility is so-so.  There are curb cuts but some of them resemble small mountains.  Also, there might be a curb cut at one end of the sidewalk but when you get to the other end-no luck!

The lovely Trish & I were out and about in my van yesterday running some errands.  As soon as I got in the van I told her I think we need gas.  It was a cold day and Trish wasn’t wearing a coat so I said we can pull into a full-service station (quite a commitment from me considering the extra cost).  So, off we went.

 

Trish dropped me off to visit a friend in hospital and went to do her thing.  Somehow, she forgot to buy gas.  No problem.  Off we went to do some more running around.  "One more stop" as Trish needed to do some banking for her lovely mother.  Somehow, she forgot to stop for gas during all this running around.  When she got back into the van from the bank and tried to start her up, we both knew we were in trouble.  Sputter, sputter, sputter!  We were at a major intersection on Gage Ave. but Trish handled things like a pro.  Somehow she got us into the parking lot of a shopping mall before the van died.  From there we gave the Hamilton Automobile Club a telephone call and within 10 minutes-gasoline appeared!

 

When you are with Trish you just never know what’s going to happen next.  Quite a girl!