I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.
Yes, I know. It’s already March. So why am I summing up 2010 only now? Well, part of me feels like I haven’t quite concluded the year properly if I do not write a post like this. And I’ve been busy. Though I have a bit of time to spare now so, yeah.
For me, 2010 had been significant because it was the year I’ve been dragged out of the little hell-hole I’ve been digging myself into over the course of the last two years.
For the uninitiated – I’ve been irreversibly sick since July 2008, and I didn’t take it well. So I basically lived almost two years feeling down and out … until three of my friends decided to band together to knock some sense into me. That was in the early parts of 2010.
Ever since then, the days just seemed brighter, and are continuing to be so.
So, here goes. 2010 in a nutshell.
Oh em gee. It’s 17th December already? Really?! The weeks just flew by, didn’t they?
And considering that today’s the 17th December, it means that I’d be leaving for New Zealand in just about … 8 hours or so.
Quite apprehensive about this trip. Travelling in a large group means that it’s much harder to coordinate stuff.
Props to my younger cousin who arranged everything. The dude practically planned the entire itinerary single-handed and even prepared loads of documentation for us to refer to during the trip itself.
I do feel quite a bit for him at the same time. Despite his efforts, there had been much difficulty with the travel agency. Not to mention the fact that more than 50% of the group couldn’t show up for the pre-trip briefing.
Even though the response from the group has been less than positive, I really appreciate everything the younger cousin has done. Like, seriously. Thanks, dude!
As you can see, it’s been a pretty bumpy ride so far.
But my reservations about this trip aside, I’ll just try to enjoy myself and and at the same time, bury my nose in my DSLR.
I’d be away for fifteen days. See you all in 2011.
On a different note, I have a red streak in my hair now.
The red streak!
And I’ve gotten it re-shaped and re-styled. I love my hair. Quite strange how I have this strange obsession with my own hair now. It scares me. I usually don’t really bother.
[Written at 11.04 P.M. (08th June) Singapore time, 2.04 P.M. (09th June) Vancouver time.]
We joined a package tour that brought us around the provinces of Ontario and Quebec in Canada – comprising Ottawa, Montreal, Quebec City, Toronto and the Niagara Falls. Quebec City and the Niagara Falls were awesome. Montreal and Ottawa was meh. And I didn’t see enough of Toronto to have any thoughts on it.
The bus that took us around the Ontario and Quebec provinces.
Quebec City
Strongest memory from that place was when I was exploring the lower city on foot. Quebec City is one city where there are absolutely no high-rise buildings around – which means the sky is visible all the time, which is a refreshing change.
And the architecture. How can I forget the architecture?
Streets of Quebec City – Lower Area.
Quaint little streets. Little shophouses a la Switzerland style with souvenir shops retailing knick knacks of all types. And the t-shirts too! How can I also forget the t-shirts?!
I bought me two t-shirts with ‘Fuck la mode‘ screenprinted across it. ‘La mode’ means ‘Fashion’ in French, so the tee literally means ‘Fuck Fashion’. Hahaha. So very true. So very me, too.
For me, the tee has a double meaning. I also interpret the tee’s slogan as also being in a mode where my response to everything will be “fuck, lah!”. Hurhur.
Niagara Falls
Well, the falls were beautiful – I cannot deny that. Plus, it’s awesome to be able to see one of the seven wonders of the world up close, despite getting drenched in the mist (we took a little boat cruise that brought us all the way to the base of the waterfall – which meant everyone on board getting wet) and all.
Niagara Falls – American Side.
But … I personally have a fondness for a different type of waterfall.
For me, big, massive waterfalls don’t quite grab me. I like tall, skinny waterfalls that land on a gradient of rocks at the base, which eventually leads to a little rocky stream with rapids – the type where I can jump in and soak my feet in.
Plus, the fact that my DSLR took a drowning at the Niagara Falls dampened the experience there kinda. Somehow, despite protecting my ol’ camera with my poncho, the spray of the mist was so strong (it was like a heavy rain) that water pooled around the base of the camera and the whole thing got soaked. It went kaput for the rest of the day and is still in the process of recovering now.
The Niagara Falls ARE majestic, most definitely. It was just my personal preference of waterfalls which got in the way and made the Niagara Falls slightly less impressive to me. But I’m pretty sure that it will awe virtually everyone else.
Montreal
Well, I like the culture there – which explains why I got myself a hoodie from one of them souvenir shops that reads ‘I love Montreal’ – but the city itself was blah. It didn’t have anything unique to offer, so nothing stood out.
The strongest memory I have from that place was having the wardrobe door nearly fall on me in the hotel room.
I was in the midst of placing some clothes in the wardrobe when I heard a sudden explosion, followed by a giant screw flying from the wardrobe door towards the hangers. I took a step back in shock, just in time to watch the wardrobe door collapse. It would have probably fallen on me if I had remained in my previous position, so I am thanking my lucky stars I didn’t leave Montreal with a concussion!
Ottawa
Ottawa has an awesome museum. Some parts of its interior was modeled to resemble the streets of Canada in the olden days, which was so realistic you’d feel as if you were there. Plus, the exhibits were categorized such that you can view the museum according to your own interests and preferences.
Exhibition set-ups in Ottawa’s museum.
I am not really a museum person. When I visit museums (especially those in Singapore), I tend to walk around admiring the building’s architecture more than looking at the exhibits themselves – which defeats the original purpose of visiting a museum in the first place.
However, I found myself doing a mixture of both in Ottawa – which is a really good thing because it definitely indicates there is something special about that museum.
On the whole
Notice how I am not exactly gushing about most of the cities or places apart from Quebec City.
Well, this partly stems from the reason why I dislike packaged tours. The schedule is so hectic to the point where you don’t get to see much of a particular place. Five different cities/locations jam-packed into four days (the first day doesn’t count because we were on board the plane most of the time and landed only in the late evening) leaves us with very little time – less than a day on average – at each city. One doesn’t quite have the chance to fully appreciate the beauty of the place at their own time and leisure.
We are ‘released’ at one attraction after another, and usually asked to return within an hour. And the places are usually massive.
Not to mention how the tour company had listed so many sightseeing spots on the itinerary, and conveniently left out the fact that we would only be seeing them from a distance on board the bus. We passed by this particularly scenic harbour spot at Ottawa – with the tour guide happily pointing it out as the bus continued to amble on – and I was like, what?! We are not alighting to take a walk around?! :(
The only place where we were left to explore on our own was Quebec City, and so there was enough time for me to fully experience the place … and ended up loving it. Otherwise, the speed at which we were whisked from one place to another left me disgruntled.
I still prefer free-and-easy travel. Rawr.
I personally believe there are many beautiful aspects of the various cities in the Ontario and Quebec provinces, and my perspective of the places will be unfairly skewed due to the hecticness of it all.
I’d love to return one day and properly explore around – and not be bound to a schedule dictated by some tour company to squeeze every cent out of us. (Look at it this way, admission ticket to an attraction is valid for a whole day – and we were only there for 1-2 hours. Hmm.)