Kingston
Peterborough was great, But Kingston has got a lot more to offer, sorry Peterborough but its true. I took the 401 along to Kingston’s KOA (it’s a chain of campsites) and was greeted my a smiley blonde girl who insisted on escorting me to my pitch. The campground was nice, clean and well kept but bland like week old porridge.
The following morning I took a dip in the campsite pool, a cool and refreshing (5) on the Andy scale, Then I pootled off to join a tour boat going from Kingston harbour around a few islands and back.
I settled in amongst the international crowd, distinct by the fact I could understand the cringeworthy pre-recorded tour spiel being played over the ship’s tannoy, everybody else seamed to be successfully ignoring it and taking pictures of each other in various amusing poses around the deck. Of course I joined in and the best result is here.
Next was Fort Henry, after a hot and sour pot noodle for lunch. Yikes. The fort was very cool, with students dressed up as British Canadian soldiers of the 1800s. They had a gun competition between two rival squads, all in full period regalia.
I caught the Platoon sergeant giving the Squad captains a preptalk before the match. The captain’s were quite young and completely worked up and nervous about their forthcoming ordeal.
“Tell me if I’m being too hard on you both, but I need you to go out there and act like soldiers!”
Now onto the Cottage at Big Rideau lake…
