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in my mind I still need a place to go; all my changes were there

Posted on 2007.08.08 at 11:17
where am I: ici
How I feel about it all: melancholydream comfort memory to spare
Soundtrack: Neil Young - Helpless
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Yay, another holiday recap instalment! Now where was I...


Oh, yeah. So I spent the night at the Comfort Inn in Trenton and then left early the next morning for Ottawa. I thought I'd find a bank first and maybe get someone to cash my cheque. The woman at the motel desk gave me directions for a local bank, but naturally I couldn't find it, so I decided to go on to the next town. Just off the exit ramp there was a CAA office, so I figured I'd try to get traveller's cheques there, since I was an AAA member and they're either the same company or do reciprocal stuff. They wouldn't do it because apparently the only way to get traveller's cheques is with cash or a debit card. I obviously didn't have either. The woman at CAA was very nice, though, and gave me directions to the Bank of Montreal in Belleville, so I went there without getting my hopes up. Good thing, too, because they couldn't help me either.

At one point I stopped at a Starbucks and tried wiring money to myself. I'd been trying to do this several times without success and I couldn't do it here either because of course they wanted me to pay for internet access (have I mentioned recently how much I really, really hate Starbucks?). I didn't have a debit card and didn't want to spend the little cash I had on something that probably wouldn't even work, so I decided to move on and try something else. I later found out that wiring money to oneself is Not Allowed by Western Union. After I got back to RI I found out that it wouldn't have worked anyway because alternate debit card I was trying to use from memory had been closed a month before even though the CSR at my bank had assured me it would stay open. Ugh.

Eventually I decided to try and get my kids to wire me money in Kingston, and after several hours I finally had enough money to last me for the next few days. I also got to eat fried cheesecake at a really nice Greek restaurant while I was waiting. I wish I'd known about the Greek place before I had the not-so-good wrap at a Pizza Pizza. But mmm, fried cheesecake.

I decided not to take the highways into Ottawa and went by the back roads. I only had to backtrack once when I took a road in the wrong direction. I'm glad I did, though, because I found a very pretty park on the lakeshore:



















View of the street from the park. I like the house:



I kept to the back roads all the way into Ottawa, up routes 15 and 7 through Black's Corners, Smith's Falls and Carleton Place. I wish I'd taken the time to get out and explore some of the little towns on the way. (next time, definitely). It got a little dusty and there was some road work, but hey, that meant it was Just Like Rhode Island!

Naturally I got lost on the way in. Here's what happened: The hostel is on Laurier St. I was all, yay! because I found Laurier St. with only minimal driving around (nowhere near as freaky as the Toronto Debacle; also I kept driving by the Parliament buildings which are so gorgeous that the first time I saw them my breath literally caught). I drove up and down the street for a while but couldn't find the right number. I finally asked at a hotel and finally figured out that not only was I on the wrong Laurier St. but I was also in the wrong city. And, um? Also the entire wrong province. You would think the fact that almost none of the street signs were in English would have clued me in to the fact that I was in Québec. How do you say *headdesk* in French?

Anyway, I had to ask directions one more time (who knew there was a Laurier St. E., and a Laurier St. W.?) and I got there late, but the guy who ran it was very understanding and even gave me a break on a better room. The facilities weren't great and the owners didn't seem to understand about not leaving random cleaning products and piles of sheetrock scraps around, but it was relatively clean and the owners were very nice. I think they're from India.

I was going to post the Ottawa pics in this post but I think I'll wait for the next which will probably go up today. They're my favourite of all and they really deserve a post of their own as opposed to just being tacked onto a long entry. Which means that yet again I'm way too wordy for, erm. Words.


ETA: I almost forgot: A belated happy birthday to omphale23, and a current one to lipsum. I wish you both joy, your fondest wishes come true, and kittens, if you so desire.

Comments:


omphale
omphale23 at 2007-08-08 16:10 (UTC) ()
I'll take everything but the kittens, thanks!

(I'm loving your trip diary, btw. Can't wait for the Ottawa photos!)
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2007-08-08 17:09 (UTC) ()
*makes note: no kittens*

The Ottawa photos are my favourites. They might not be everyone else's, but who knows?
Ten O'Clock Medievalist
tarimanveri at 2007-08-08 20:40 (UTC) ()
Ooh, yay, the Ottawa Valley! I'm trying to remember the name of the provincial park we camped at the last time we went across Canada... okay, looking it up in my trip journal... Driftwood Provincial Park "not too far from Mackey, Ontario." It was probably quite a ways from where you were, but nostalgia anyway. Very nice pictures, too.

Also, I'm sorry to hear you got sucked into the horrors of transborder banking. My dad had the same thing happen last month when he was in Chicago for a conference, and of course, my banking woes took a couple of years to settle, and really, credit cards seem to be the only solution, because Canadian debit cards are different too...
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2007-08-08 21:47 (UTC) ()
My debit card was working just fine until I got careless. :/ I ordered another one. Now I just need to get a passport and I'll be set for next time in case I want to venture farther out.
lipsum at 2007-08-09 01:11 (UTC) ()
I'll take the kittens if omphale won't! *happy wriggle*
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2007-08-09 02:51 (UTC) ()
*sends you bunches of sweetandcuddly kittens*
linguisticator at 2007-08-09 19:11 (UTC) ()
If I coach university ball this fall, I'll have to go to Ottawa to coach against the U of O for two games and Carleton U for 2 games. I've been to Ottawa only once (I took a group of 35 students there in November 1999) and I found it to be intolerably boring. But then again it was only for an afternoon.

Your diary through my home province is most fascinating. I read it and say, "My Lord, people actually come here to sightsee. And look, they have reason to! Why haven't I ever seen that before? Why haven't I made the effort to learn about where I live?"

If I ever make it to Rhode Island I'll do much the same and post pics and make observations and you'll see what I mean.

These days I'm all about small communities near large bodies of water. I wish I could live there, but what would I do for a living?

Sorry if my fellow Torontonians were bastards to you while you were driving.
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2007-08-12 13:11 (UTC) ()
I've been to Ottawa only once (I took a group of 35 students there in November 1999) and I found it to be intolerably boring. But then again it was only for an afternoon.

Ottawa was my favourite place on the whole trip, even with the weird hostel. But then I love politics, history, and cool architecture. :)

If I ever make it to Rhode Island I'll do much the same and post pics and make observations and you'll see what I mean.

I've been meaning to do that; take a few days and go around RI taking pictures. The thing about RI is that even the locals sightsee because it really is one of the most beautiful places ever.

These days I'm all about small communities near large bodies of water. I wish I could live there, but what would I do for a living?

Here's a list to get you started. *g* Although moving to the states is so anti-trend these days.

Sorry if my fellow Torontonians were bastards to you while you were driving.

I'm actually used to it. RI drivers are pretty darn bad. Being lost and dealing with bad drivers is what made things ridiculous.


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