Sunday morning in Ottawa. The workshop had finished the evening before. I’d recovered from flight outrage and pigeon dawn. My replacement room had been palatial with stunning views of demonstrations around City Hall.
Now I could check out and wander round Ottawa for the day before getting the bus to the airport for the evening flight home.
Perfect.
Just needed to get some cash as I was down to a few coins and then a day of pure pleasure, peace and relaxation. Continue reading
I’ve illustrated most blog posts with a photo or drawing (he he he), but this post is just photos. Wedding photos taken at the Museum of Civilisation, Ottawa. It got a bit difficult to work out who was exhibiting what…
The kiss
Reflections from the First Peoples Hall
I was invited to a workshop in Ottawa last September, all expenses paid. Very nice. I decided to the extend the trip by booking an extra night myself. I booked my one night, in the same hotel, on Expedia. I arrived at the Elgin Hotel early evening. My room (Expedia) was pretty rubbish; dark, overlooking some enormous drum things, but as it was only one night and already evening, I didn’t think it would matter. 
About 8pm a terrible sound started, like the groaning and howling of an old ship engine. It was relentless, oppressive and SO LOUD. Continue reading
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