Tuesday, September 8, 2009
When it rains in the Peg
My usual reaction to rain is to write the whole day off. This proved to be a big problem in Glasgow (I tried my utmost not to leave the house), but it's generally a pain when travelling. Now that it's pouring in the Peg, what do I do all day? I expected two things of the city: friendly people and lotsa wind. Winnipeg, you delivered on both. The wind actually came in handy this morning as I was walking to breakfast and soaked my only pair of jeans. On the way back to the hostel to dry off, the rain stopped and the wind blew my pants dry. (Winnipeg - you da best!)While packing, I had the briefest of hesitation over whether I really needed the extra weight of a rain jacket. It seemed a little extravagant. Lucky for my future self, I reasoned that over a month it would likely rain at least once. It proved to be a typical Halifax day here in Winnipeg: torrential downpour in the morning, misty showers all day, brief spot of sun in the afternoon and now it's thunder storming. Sweet, sweet nostalgia.
The downtown is a curious mix of elegant brick buildings from the early 20th century and skyscrapers. I've never seen so many ghost signs in a city before. Last night, trying to avoid sitting in my hostel room alone, I braved a bar alone that had a remarkably similar feel to Ronnie's. (I would never, under any circumstances, go into Ronnie's alone.) I got a beer, spread my maps out on a table and pretended to look incredibly absorbed. Within minutes, someone ambled over and asked what was with all the maps and pretty soon I was drinking with Zeke and Ron (the Ron who's now following this blog). I'm pretty sure this has never happened or will ever happen in Toronto, so the Peg has impressed.