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63 Tadoussac
64 On to Québec
65 Québec
66 Québec
67 On to Ottawa
68 Ottawa
69 Ottawa
70 Ottawa
71 On to Niagara
72 The falls
73 Canadian wine
74 Behind the falls
75 Morty goes home
76 On to Toronto
77 CN Tower
78 ROM
79 Stocks, tower and dance
80 Toronto Saturday
81 Off to Florida
82 Coping with Wilma
83 SeaWorld
84 Back to Canada
85 Casa Loma and shoes
86 Killarney
87 To Sault Ste. Marie
88 Goulais River
89 To Thunder Bay
90 Thunder Bay

Canada: Ontario

Wednesday 12 October 2005

Canadian Parliament in session

(cheating a little bit...)

Ceiling of the grand hall at the museum

Christopher Pratt exhibition

Fire brigade paid us a visit!

For me today was a bit of a wipe out. I woke feeling worse than yesterday and that my internal central heating had definitely gone wonky. We went for breakfast over the road to Nate's deli which is again apparently a good place to go. We had read somewhere that it was a Jewish deli but the waitress did not understand why we were questioning that there was bacon and pork sausages on the menu. Stef had been looking forward to his since we read about Nate's yesterday but I think he was a bit disappointed. I thought it was odd that he had pastrami, sauerkraut and pickled gherkins on rye bread for breakfast!!

After breakfast I admitted defeat and headed back to our room leaving Stef to go and do the sights of Ottawa on his own. I was sorry to miss it, especially as Stef seems to have seen some pretty cool stuff but there was no way I was up to sightseeing. Instead I camped out with the paper and the TV and spent the day feeling yuk. The cleaner arrived at some time and I had the inevitable football discussion. He seems to be a fan of English football and reeled off a fair number of team names including The Lads (as Crystal Palace is known in our house). He is a fan of Manchester United and has been back to the days of George Best (who he thinks was a better player than Pele). He is tickled pink because his son has just be made captain of his local football club.

Stef came back from his travels late in the afternoon foot sore and weary after a long day's trudging around. I did not feel well enough to go out for dinner so we ordered a take out pizza. About five minutes after putting the phone down the fire alarms went off and we had to evacuate the hotel. Just after we got outside three fire engines came screaming round the corner and parked up outside. I was surprised at how slowly people reacted to the alarm. As the firemen started to walk along the motel style (their doors faced out onto the car park) rooms on the ground floor quite a few people were still in their rooms with the doors locked.

The hotel reception has a panel showing where the alarm was triggered and it was in one of these rooms. A couple had lit candles in their room and they set off the alarm. When the firemen knocked on their door they were still in the shower, unbelievable because the alarm was really loud. A woman finally stuck her head round and you could hear the firemen say to her that all of the people outside were there because of her. She really did not seem to care less.

Outside the front of the hotel there was what seemed to be a fire liaison officer. He was not rigged up in all the fire proof gear and it was he who told us that it was OK to go back to our room. They get called out here quite often because the alarms are very sensitive. Usually it is someone smoking (it is officially a no smoking hotel) that sets them off. Fortunately the whole affair only took about fifteen minutes and we were back in our room well before our very tasty pizza arrived.

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