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When fortunately my friend R came over from England to see what all the fuss was about. The major highlight of her stay had to be our trip to Montreal.
On my previous expedition to Montreal I ended up in a very smelly camp-site, in the rain with only my faithful Penguin of Death mug for company.
The old town is quite amazing and we toured around some of the major attractions, taking in the Basilica, Château Ramezay Museum and Bonsecours market, generally wandering through the winding old streets and peering into cool shops and restaurants.
We stayed up in the Latin quarter, in the Youth Hostel (which had really hot rooms in the basement ��" we nearly baked). But this gave us great access to the old town, the Latin and Chinese quarters and to the mount.
We climbed the mount and the view over the St.
Driving to Kingston was the easy part. Arriving was a whole different matter. I had managed that morning to secure us a night's stay at Kingston's only hostel called Skweek's house, but managed to loose that critical piece of paper with the address on.
I resisted the temptation of a pint, and patiently waited while the staff scurried about frantically. There was a gig on in town that evening and the pub was full of hungry punters. Despite their attempts they couldn't point me in the right direction, so I wandered over to the Radisson Hotel. The staff there fell over them selves to help, they even printed a map of how to get there, and marked it with blue highlighter pen. Either they were very keen to get rid of me in the right direction, or they were just very keen. Either way I was now armed with the directions so I high tailed it back to the car and off we went.
Skweeks was not exactly what I was expecting, in that rather than being a hostel it was actually a house mainly resided by cats.
The next day we drove the car into town and got a smashing breakfast at the Pan Chancho Bakery & Café, where I had a croissant filled with fried egg, bacon and Garlic Alioli, together with some orange juice and a chocolate éclair (the latter weren't in the croissant initially, but were after a bit of work with the butter knife). This is what holiday weekends are all about!
After breakfast we made our way down to the Maritime museum, and saw many strange and wonderful nautical artefacts some labelled and some left to the imagination of the visitor.
After that we drove up to Fort Henry, to discover that along with many attractions in Kingston in April it was kind of shut.
We were lead into the ops room for a pre-visit briefing at 13 hundred hours. After reluctantly giving up $10 (I had with me a paid-for-pass that should have let me in for free. Drill Sargent was quite persuasive and I soon found my wallet a little lighter despite my wavering protests) we were instructed to proceed in a clockwise direction starting from an appointed position in on the grounds:
“YOU WILL PROCEED DIRECTLY TO THE GUARD ROOM AT THE FORT ENTRANCE. TAKING AN IMMEDIATE LEFT YOU WILL OBSERVE THE HISTORICAL ARTIFACTS ON DISPLAY. YOU WILL NOT ENTER THE BUILDINGS TO THE RIGHT OF THE PARADE GROUND WITHOUT AUTHORISATION FROM YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER.
“yes” came the weak reply from R and myself as we cowered in the corner of the room.
"GOOD. HAVE A NICE DAY."
Dismissed, we cautiously entered the fort and crept sheepishly around the ramparts.