Rattlesnake Point
We thought we'd take a stroll through the fall colours of Halton, at Rattlesnake point, just outside Milton.
Apparently we weren't the only ones with that idea, it being Thanksgiving monday (2013)! Still a pretty decent way to spend a fall holiday in Ontario.
India
Tiruchirappalli
We flew to India from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. After more than two years in South Korea, and then backpacking across Asia for two months, we thought we were more or less prepared for anything. But entering India was like going down the proverbial rabbit hole! For instance, in Thailand, they are expecting, nay, counting on tourists. They are waiting for you, smiling - you smile back, then you hand them your money and do all the things tourists normally do. Everyone is happy, a good time is had by all, etc. Tiruchirappalli (or Trichy, for short) was not expecting us. It's not that we were unwelcome. Far from it. It's more that we were unnoticed.
Smith's Falls, the Perfect Detour
For our anniversary in 2012, we thought we'd make a pilgrimage to our nation's capital. So, we loaded our bikes onto Little Car's new
hitch-mounted bike rack, and off we went! If you're ever going to Ottawa, leave early and make a quick stop at the Railway Museum of Eastern Canada (http://rmeo.org/),
they have a delightful collection of trains, cars, and odd little rail vehicles. It's in Smith's Falls. It's not big enough that you get lost,
but they had enough interesting and interactive exhibits to keep us occupied for about two hours.
Vietnam
Kunming to Lao Cai to Hanoi
We travelled through Vietnam in the spring of 2009. We started in the north, having spent some time in China. The overnight bus trip from Kunming to the border town of Lao Cai would have been fantastic, if I was 5'2" and about half my weight (infrastructure, as they say, is created with an end user in mind), and could withstand motion sickness like an astronaut! The road had potholes like craters in an asteroid belt; I think the driver enjoyed hitting them as hard as he could. At least we had bottom bunks - one European fellow we met had the center top bunk with which to cradle his 6'4" frame. There was some small comfort in looking up from time to time to see his limbs splayed in every direction. Misery, as they say, loves company.