Aboard a Bombadier

November 7, 2009

And now I depart. Seat 14D on a tiny little plain with booms and propellers each side. I sit by the window and look at the quiet little airport, such a soft farewell to the (100,000 people, hugely spread) city of Thunder Bay.

This week has been a wonderful chapter in my Canada visit. I read two books, watched a few films, did some dishes. Quiet? Yes. I also dressed as a zombie, made a dozen brief friends in a night, visited four bars, blew up 100 balloons while giggling maniacally with Kat, was involved/implicated in the theft of a car, the pursuit of which resulted in a hunt around town, tried a local specialty that is actually delicious (there you go, Pratchett. Persians, from Thunder Bay), was mauled by a pomeranian, got high for a horror/thriller, helped steal a deer carcass from a river bed. Chatted up by a ghost buster drummer, found (and lost) a sexy grim reaper, met Steve Irwin & the Stingray that killed him, learned 1-20 in german, and had a generally fantastic time in very fine company.

So to Dave, and all his friends, a very big thankyou for a great week in Thunder Bay.

Lake Superior stretches out like an ocean below us. The shape of its little islands show clearly how the ice once claimed this land.

Never did try that 1813 Oliver Rd water. Hehe.

C’est important pour moi de penser et parler en français tout le temps. Si je le fais, je peux comprende plus à Québec. Mon grammaire est terrible, mon vocabulaire aussi. Mais, il y a une chance ici pour moi pour évaluer ma langue et j’aime cette chance. Qu’and j’arrive à Montréal, je voudrais parler beaucoup en français, et essayer le Quebecois.

One should celebrate the soldiers, not the war.

I’m not as good at being alone as I thought. Tomorrow night I will make friends & though I know none of them will be such an amazing fluke, I can at least have travel companions here & perhaps in Québec. If all else fails, I can head back to Toronto and spend my days there. Am seriously considering buying a mac rather than another laptop. Just a little one.

Montréal now for four very busy days. I’m hoping to buy a computer tomorrow, probably a mac, assuming I can find one with english software and an american keyboard and it will still work in Aus. Just a little one. Use it for editing video, for travel, for photo/music storage. Basically I am succumbing to peer pressure and collecting an accessory – and I really want a computer for travel which they seem to be great for.

Either way. Maybe computer, then to the Jardin Botanique, Insectarium & Biodome. Then back via supermarket for cooking/breakfast supplies, then the bar tour in the evening. Hopefully the computer will work out so I don’t have to think too hard on it.

Very busy few days ahead, and I am looking forward to Québec itself a great deal.

02-11-2009

8 Responses to “Aboard a Bombadier”

  1. tomdellis Says:

    Depends on the soldier, depends on the war.

  2. cerasi Says:

    I think the outcome of a war can be celebrated, but not the existence of the war itself.

  3. tomdellis Says:

    It’s too early to be discussing war.

    I probably agree with you, but I’d still argue for it to be possible for there to be a war to celebrate. I’d argue that for a little while, at least.

    • cerasi Says:

      Well, I will join the argument if there’s some manner of example to be found.

      • tomdellis Says:

        As usual I’m not really sure what I’m trying to say, I probably agree with you.

        But, my sense of destruction, my emotional sado-masochism/appreciation for catharsis through trauma and the way I am drawn to horror and violence tends to make me celebrate war in fiction.

        So, I dunno, my hypocrisy and confusion amuses me. I’ll say, celebrate war as a tool for art, or inspiration for art, but otherwise it isn’t so lush.

        It’s a horrible thing. blah, ignore me, I dunno which very different half of my opinions to agree with.

  4. tomdellis Says:

    “it’s early”


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