While getting ready for my excursion around town, I thought I would straighten my hair again. Bad idea. While I was doing my hair, I suddenly heard a loud pop! sound and a whole bunch of smoke emitted from my power converter. I changed the fuse in it, but the whole thing has a very strange, almost burnt smell to it. I hope the fuse is the only thing that blew! I'm only 1/6th done my trip and I don't want to lose my camera again!
I may try the power converter out somewhere else when I come back to see if I can still charge my camera. Maybe. The last thing I want to do is wreck it any further or have my camera burst into smoke also!
I'll write more later. The sun is up and I'm going to hit the town -- with my semi-straightened hair.
I just got back from my trip around London and before I begin, I learned that London isn't just "London" -- it is multiple cities. For example, one of the cities is called Westminster, but just to keep things easier for me to record, I'll just refer to everything in the city as "London".
First I had a small breakfast at a very nice restaurant called Pret A Manger. Not only was the food delicious, it was all natural and hand-made there (or, if not there, then at a "preparation station" nearby). Their food doesn't have a shelf life, so if they don't sell it all they give it to charity. I'll definitely be going back to that place soon!
After that, I had about a half-hour wait until the Hop-On-Hop-Off buses started running, so I walked around my "neighbourhood". Finally it came and I started my long awaited trek. I went to Piccadilly Circus and saw the Eros statue, then I got off and walked down to the famous Trafalgar Square with Big Ben just down the street. Then, although I was told it was "too far to walk", I walked through St. James' Park and to Buckingham Palace. In front of it was a massive statue, but the four statues around it were behind refurbished and only the middle one could be seen -- thus my pictures aren't as amazing as they could have been.
There's a lot in London that's being reconstructed and refurbished. At first I thought it was because of the bad winter they had and they were preparing for tourists, but then I realized I was only half right. Next year was the Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Jubilee, as well as the 2012 Summer Olympics!
I left Buckingham Palace and headed east to Westminster Abby, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament. On my way there a woman appeared from a crowd and offered me a flower in exchange for a donation to charity. I really didn't want to give her anything so I just went to give her a pound. She shook her head and said no, please, more for the children. So I went and offered her a Â£5 bill. However, (and I feel so dumb writing this) she still wanted more so I gave her a Â£20 bill. Then, as I tried to escape her haggling clutches, another woman materialized (her friend, I assume) and asked for some money, and a 5 just wouldn't do! I ended up losing Â£40 ($62) to those women and their children!
A piece of traveler's advice: don't donate to charity in a foreign land, especially when you have limited funds... or in my case, you forget to restock your wallet. I was down to Â£25 and it wasn't even 10:30 AM!
After I got pictures of Westminster Abby, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament I walked across the Thames and went to the London Eye. There I spent Â£19. Maybe to some, the idea of taking a gigantic Ferris wheel is worth that much, but I didn't really enjoy it all that much. Especially now that I only had Â£6 left for lunch.
Then I caught the Hop-On-Hop-Off bus and took it to St. Paul's Cathedral. I arrived there just about lunch time and saw what seemed to be hundreds of miniature Harry Potters sitting all over the cathedral stairs. I wish I had money to pay and enter to take pictures, but any money I had was back at the hotel.
I walked a block south and I arrived at the Monument. The Monument is a tall tower that was erected in memory of the Great Fire of London in 1666 that destroyed a major part of the fire. It has 311 spiraling stone stairs and lets you climb it for a reasonable Â£3. How could I say no!?
I warn anybody who is going to climb it, however, that they should bring a water-bottle and be in reasonably good shape. The stairwell is less than three-feet wide and is extremely claustrophobic. Once you climb up and then come back down, you get a paper certificate about it. In my opinion, it was well worth it. But I wouldn't be doing it again.
I then strolled down to the Tower of London (which is actually about 13 towers), but once again couldn't afford the entry fee. A few blocks east from me was the famous Tower Bridge (not to be confused with London Bridge -- which wasn't very impressive at all!). My ferry was going to arrive and take me back to the Parliament Buildings in about twenty minutes, or then I'd have to wait over an hour for the next one to return. I could have walked to Tower Bridge, crossed it, crossed it again to come back and then catch the next ferry, but I decided against it.
The ferry cruise (which was free because of the Hop-On-Hop-Off pass) was also very nice. We had a funny commentator who cracked jokes the whole way from Tower Pier to Westminster Pier. I recommend that cruise, especially after having a stressful day of having your power converter blow up and basically being robbed by poor women in exchange for a small, purple flower.
From Westminster Pier I started walking towards Trafalgar Square. My plan was to get to the square, go to Piccadilly Circus and catch the bus back to the hotel. However, I never found the square. I ended up going down some strange underground shopping mall with about 12 barbershops and a strippers' club in it. Then, after a ways of walking, I found another mall. This one was "normal" and had stores, a place to eat and street-side performers like "fake statues" and magicians.
I found a map on a street-corner that told me where I was. I had completely missed Trafalgar Square and was about 15 minutes away from my hotel. I ended up walking home.
Once there, I picked up a new power converter at a Sony attached to my hotel. I tried the old one in the same power-outlet as last time, and it didn't work, so I tried to new one. Again, no such luck. Later today I'll try my hallway outlet to charge my camera and MP3 player. Hopefully I haven't screwed up my trip too bad!
PS: The man at Sony told me that I can't use my hair products with this new power converter. I guess I'll either have to use a UK/EU straightener or go curly for the rest of the trip.
I went to the Royal National Hotel to check up about my tour group. Yesterday I found a sign at where the meeting place was supposed to be, but it said that it was under construction so to meet at the Royal National Hotel. I got there and they sent me across the street to the other part of the Royal National. There was a sign on the desk there that said a tour representative would be there from 11 AM - 7 PM. I checked my clock and it said it was 6:58 PM and nobody was at the desk.
Once I got back to my own hotel, I called the phone number that was left at the desk of the Royal National. They told me to go back tomorrow. I'm not sure when my tour starts, but I'm pretty sure it's either tomorrow or the next day. I'm going to be right at that desk tomorrow at 11AM sharp!
Once I got back to my room, I decided to try out my power converter on the plug-in right outside my hotel room door. While I was there, my neighbors called housekeeping to get some more toilet paper. The maid saw me and asked why I was sitting outside my room (I guess it looked suspicious?). I told her my hotel room plug-in had stopped working and I had to use this one. It wasn't a complete lie -- but I never said I was the reason it stopped working. She went back to the toilet-paper person's room and asked to see her "wardrobe". There she found the fuse-box and flipped the switch. I have power again!!
Things are finally starting to look up. Let's just hope tomorrow I can catch the tour representative and figure everything out!
And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
Last summer my family and I tried fishing up in Northern Saskatchewan. We had a great weekend, but we caught nothing. I wasn't too disappointed though, as I have never actually caught a fish. After 25 years of fishing and failing, I have officially given up on the sport.
That is until I was invited to visit Medicine Hat, Alberta and go sturgeon fishing on the South Saskatchewan River. I was hesitant, but I said yes. I really didn't want to spend eight hours out on the water just to come home empty-handed, but I figured to give it one more shot.
My guide for the day, Brent Thorimbert, picked me up at my hotel around 8:30 a.m. and drove us to a valley located just outside of Medicine Hat. We got out on the water about 9 a.m. and arrived at our fishing spot twenty minutes later. Brent explained that sturgeon fish are "bottom feeders" so they swim along the bottom of the riverbed and eat up bugs and small fish. Our fishing lines were weighted for this very reason. The bait should sit on the riverbed and would get sucked up by an unsuspecting sturgeon.
Cemeteries are a place of solace. All people, regardless of wealth, status, religion or creed are equals within a cemetery. It's a place of remembrance, respect and reconciliation. If you visit a cemetery, you are visiting the graves of lost loved ones. These may be children, pioneers, rebels or everyday people. Every grave has a story, and all are longing to be told.
Because of this, cemeteries are a library of knowledge. They hold the lessons of our past, and the wisdom of our future. As the leaves change and the days get shorter, cemeteries attract a much different crowd than that of just historians and family members. With autumn crisp in the air, cemeteries fill with thrill-seekers and paranormal believers. There is a fine line between what is and isn't acceptable within a cemetery and those who dabble into the affairs of the afterlife know this all too well. Few people go into cemeteries looking to disrespect the graves; instead, most are just hoping they can answer their own questions about life after death.
Not all cemeteries are haunted, but each holds their own stories. Keep this in mind while you read this article. If you end up visiting any of these sites, remember to step softly, speak quietly and respect the surrounding graves. You might not be as alone as you think.
Among the tombstones of the Regina Cemetery are little blue and white flags. In 1993 the Regina Ethnic Pioneers Cemetery Walking Tour put together their first tour, which focused on the city's founding fathers. In 1999 they then put together the second tour, which focused on the diversity of immigrants that live within the city. The blue flags mark the path of the first tour and the white flags mark those of the second.
The walking tours are self-guided, and can be purchased at the Riverside Memorial Park Cemetery for $2. Together, they offer over eighty different locations to visit.
For this project I teamed up with Patti Haus from I Heart Regina. She's another local blogger that has just broken into the scene and blogs about food, drinks and things to see around the Queen City. You can follow her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. She provided many of the pictures for this article.