Wherein Adventure is somewhat lacking.
Oct. 24th, 2009 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobetAlas, today I have failed a bit at Adventure.
Got up this morning around 11:30, just too late for breakfast, which was fine; I needed the sleep after my *cough*-o'clock bedtime the other night and just in general. So I had a cup of tea and plotted what I could do this afternoon: the Museum of Civilization, or a tour of Parliament Hill. Both of these were in the same direction, so I grabbed my tiny umbrella and headed out.
First thwartation: Although the nice security man told me yesterday that yes, there would be tours on today at Parliament, when I got there everything was fenced off and there were about fifteen million protesters/rally participants/whatever on the lawn. I managed to inquire (shoutily, since they were up on a terrace) with other guard types if the building was closed, and it was. I admit to some small grump about this, because as far as I know, even when we have buses and buses of protesters on our lawn at work, tours still run. So, hmph.
Being thwarted in that, I decided that my feet were wet and my stomach was empty and I didn't like this, so I went into Byward Market to have lunch. There was a lot of that, and it was good: pears with prosciutto, tortellini in a gorgonzola cream sauce, creme brulee. Being full, warm, and with my socks half-dry, I decided, well, I liked that. And that my feet hurt from yesterday. And that I was kinda sleepy. So I totally bailed on the museum and came back to the room (through yes, more puddles) to flop on my bed, watch Mythbusters, and knit some on my Coachella.
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sevenravens called, and we had a nice cup of tea down the street, and that mitigates things a lot. So now I am back here, and since (as previously noted) everything in Ottawa shuts down early to save you from the wolves, I think I will call it here and go back upstairs to the knitting and maybe some hockey and all that business.
Train leaves tomorrow around noonish, so I should be home with wrapup and pictures (!) in the evening.
This has been your Trip Report.
Got up this morning around 11:30, just too late for breakfast, which was fine; I needed the sleep after my *cough*-o'clock bedtime the other night and just in general. So I had a cup of tea and plotted what I could do this afternoon: the Museum of Civilization, or a tour of Parliament Hill. Both of these were in the same direction, so I grabbed my tiny umbrella and headed out.
First thwartation: Although the nice security man told me yesterday that yes, there would be tours on today at Parliament, when I got there everything was fenced off and there were about fifteen million protesters/rally participants/whatever on the lawn. I managed to inquire (shoutily, since they were up on a terrace) with other guard types if the building was closed, and it was. I admit to some small grump about this, because as far as I know, even when we have buses and buses of protesters on our lawn at work, tours still run. So, hmph.
Being thwarted in that, I decided that my feet were wet and my stomach was empty and I didn't like this, so I went into Byward Market to have lunch. There was a lot of that, and it was good: pears with prosciutto, tortellini in a gorgonzola cream sauce, creme brulee. Being full, warm, and with my socks half-dry, I decided, well, I liked that. And that my feet hurt from yesterday. And that I was kinda sleepy. So I totally bailed on the museum and came back to the room (through yes, more puddles) to flop on my bed, watch Mythbusters, and knit some on my Coachella.
After that, though,
sevenravens called, and we had a nice cup of tea down the street, and that mitigates things a lot. So now I am back here, and since (as previously noted) everything in Ottawa shuts down early to save you from the wolves, I think I will call it here and go back upstairs to the knitting and maybe some hockey and all that business.Train leaves tomorrow around noonish, so I should be home with wrapup and pictures (!) in the evening.
This has been your Trip Report.
