Friday, February 17, 2006

Mexico

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We spent a week at the Gran Bahia Principe on the Mayan Riviera with Paul and Judy this winter. We flew out of the Kitchener airport which was very convenient for us. Although the "direct" flight did make a stop in Cuba. That was a bit of a surprise.

The Mayan Riviera is on the east side of the Yucutan Peninsula in Mexico and runs from Cancun at the north (where we flew in) down to Tulum (famous for the beach side Mayan Ruins). Our resort is just north of Tulum, south of Playa del Carmen and an hour and a half or so from the Cancun airport. On a map you'll see that the island of Cozumel is directly across from us (but it's quite far out in the gulf, you can't see it). There are resorts all up and down the coast here.

There's a bus to take us to our resort that meets us at the airport. And there are vendors selling tinned beer so we can get in the holiday mood. The highway south to our resort is a busy two lane, sometime made into three or four as vehicles pass on the shoulder. I'd not want to drive a car here -- pretty crazy. We meet Paul and Judy, who have flown in from Halifax, at the resort.

The Gran Bahia Principe is a huge complex of several resorts -- the Bahia Principe Tulum (where we were), the Bahia Principe Akumal (luxury) and the Bahia Brincipe Coba. We mostly hung around our part of the complex but did go the Akumal one evening for a Valentine's Day dinner. There is a shuttle bus service to take you between the resorts. The complex is quite large -- this means there are a lot more choices for restaurants, pools, and beaches. Which is good, but then the distances are a pain. Our resort is spread out along the beach with us on one end, Paul and Judy on the other.

Kate and I had a room near the beach by the La Gran Toruga restaurant at the south end of the resort. It's a long walk from the lobby, swimming pools and dining rooms. We planned ahead and brought our folding bikes with us. Kate was struggling with pain in her ankle which she broke last summer so the bikes help.

Our room is quite large, well equipped, clean, modern, colorful (lots of vibrant blues around) with tiled floors, marble in the bathroom. Like many holiday resorts the house maid leaves "towel art" on your bed when she tidies your room. This is more entertaining than functional.

There are about 40 guest buildings at the Tulum, each has 3 floors with quite a few units -- they're almost small apartment blocks. I read that there are nearly 1,000 rooms in total at the Tulum resort so this is a big place. The Akumal and Coba are similarly sized, say another 2,000 rooms for a total of 3,000 rooms in the whole complex. Within the Tulum are 3 pool areas, 5 restaurants and 7 bars. Including a beach bar that stays open 24 hours! Similar numbers for the other two. Together the three resorts make for a fair sized town of 6,000 or so guests with a ton of staff to serve them!

Many of the larger buildings at the resort or done up with thatched roofs -- large barn beam constructions. The huge lobby area is a circular construction with a large center post and beams running out from that. There's lots of marble, lots of Mayan replica reliefs (as above).

There's quite a bit of beach at the three resorts and you're free to roam amongst them. There is a bit of snorkeling you might try but mostly it's a soft sandy beach. There are these artificial reefs/barriers installed in the water to shelter the swimming area -- they're very big, very long, sand filled bags. They help in the rough weather. Paul went out one day to explore a bit of coral not knowing what the red flags meant and lost his snorkel. If you go to the beach it's a good idea to learn what the flags mean -- red means "Danger, danger Will Robinson! Stay out of the water!"

Our first off site adventure was to take a cab from our hotel to the Tulum archaeological site to see the Mayan ruins located on the beach. This is an impressive Mayan complex with a lot of extant structures to explore. Here, like at our resort, and throughout the area we meet up with large iguanas sunning themselves. At the entrance to the site there were these fellows in traditional garb who did a very daring pole dance on a small platform elevated to the top by ropes that unwound as they slowly spun and came back down to earth.

The resort has a large shopping mall on site, the Hacienda Dona Isabel. It's close to the entrance and the highway running along the coast. We take one of the small resort buses to check it out; it's too far to walk. There are colorful buildings, a large square and lots of shops selling trinkets, fancy sombreros and other souvenirs. This is for folks who want to shop but don't want to venture off site -- there are lots of shops in the nearby towns of Tulum and at Playa del Carmen.

Paul and Judy have their room at the other (north) end of the resort near the Tequila Restaurant which specializes in Mexican fare. We have dinner at the restaurant one night. The hostess who greets us is dressed in traditional style. Our dinner is entertained by a roving Mariachi band who ham it up.

Kate and I have breakfast at the La Gran Tortugua which is near our room. On Valentine's Day we had dinner at the Akumal resort next door. There are a lot of choices for eating.

There's a grand pool area in the middle of the resort for those who don't want to try the ocean. At our end of the resort we have a small pool and spa. There's a picture of some of us in the spa. We thought it was a hot tub kind of spa but it was bloody cold!

Our second off site adventure as a swimming/snorkeling trip with Jesus the guide. We were a small group in a small van and explored near by. The first stop is a collapsed cenote (a cenote is a cave -- the area is riddled with underground limestone caverns filled with water). There were several tours there at the time with lots of brave souls who were jumping off the cliffs into the water of the cenote pool. The second stop: a swim in a protected lagoon -- the plan was to swim from there out into the ocean but it was too windy. I think that lagoon is just north of our resort at Yal-ku. The last swim was in another cenote far off the main roads. We road on a couple of jalopies back into the jungle to the swimming site. The main chamber of the cenote had stairs leading down, there were a couple of large collapsed holes in the roof and trees growing up through these. It was quite a beautiful spot. Within the cenote Jesus, the diver who was leading us, took us under water briefly to explore some of the darkened caverns next to the main chamber -- he had a flash light and knew what he was about.

After our swim we were fed some spicy chicken, rice and beans and boy were we hungry. We greedily gobbled it up -- not as fancy as the resort but very tasty. The food was spicy, sort of like Jerk chicken, and they had some raw habanero peppers they suggested we try. Fortunately we recognize them and know how hot they can be. They didn't trick us.

The next day we took a bus to the Mayan ruins at Coba which is a long bus ride inland -- about an hour directly inland. It's an excavated site which would have been a large city at one time. We were able to get a pedi-cab to take Kate around -- it would have been too far to walk for her. There's an impressive, and very steep, pyramid you can climb (Paul, Judy and I did climb it). When we got to the top there's a view of the jungle but not much else. Much of the ruins have not been excavated as yet. The climb up the pyramid is very steep -- they have a rope you can hold onto as you climb. I was not very comfortable coming down; I felt I might topple over and stumble down so I went down on my bum taking it one step at a time.

There are some strange things to see here and they don't have it all figured out. There's a playing field, or at least they figure it's a playing field, with a big loop on the side. The idea, they guess, is to bounce a ball through the hoop (or bounce a head!). There are some remains of Mayan roads which made trade possible. Apparently they were sturdily built, like Roman roads, but have been overgrown by the jungle. One oddity we're told -- the Mayans had this great civilization, with big cities, roads and the like but they didn't have the wheel!

After the ruins of Coba we have another swim in a cenote and on the way back we are to stop at a native village. But first a roadside restaurant for a simple rice and beans styled lunch. When we return from our lunch we discover the bus has quit! There's a long wait for another bus and finally we're on the road again.

At the native village we see how folks live around here. They have very modest homes and do a bit of farming. The soil throughout the Yucatan is very minimal -- it's really limestone rock with cenotes and water underneath. There are no rivers or natural water flows. So there's hardly any dirt to grow things. Yet they do grow some things (basil looked good) and the jungle thrives. The villagers, who have very modest homes with palm leaves for the roofs, had some hand made trinkets to sell, our guide had brought some toys and gifts to give the children so they were glad to see us. They raise chickens and turkeys and had some captured animals they were keeping -- like a wild boar and another similar animal.  Meat on the hoof.

There was a marked grave in the village. There's very little soil so it's basically some rocks piled on top of "Rudy". There were touches of modernity -- especially in their shoes and clothes, the kids were playing soccer, a concrete municipal building, a bicycle and more. But I didn't see any sign of electricity or running water. There were lots of curious kids, and kids having kids. There's also a distinctive Mayan look to the natives -- the strong "Roman" nose. They look a lot like the Mayan relief replicas back at the resort.

But after a full day we return to our cloistered existence at the resort. With sun and surf, bounteous buffets, pina colada's on tap all night long.

On our last morning Kate does her last yoga exercises on the beach and we return home that day. On the way back our flight is direct to Kitchener (we dropped off passengers in Cuba on the way down). The route is a loop: Kitchener, Cuba, Cancun and back. Those returning from Cuba have a stop in Cancun -- that wouldn't have been much fun.

Monday, January 9, 2006

Portugal

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Kate and I spent a week in the Algarve, Portual over New Years, December 28 through January 9, on a holiday arranged by JM Vacations. We stayed in Albufeira at an apartment hotel close to the old city centre.

We've been to Portugal before -- once for a KBS meeting in Porto then again to the Algarve one March. Both visits were fun, the Portugese people are kind and friendly, and we enjoy the food and wine. We were hoping for some nice weather and were not disappointed. Of course it's winter and too friggin' cold to even attempt to go into the ocean.

This vacation package includes the flight, a rental car and an apartment for less than $1,000 per person. It's a pretty good deal. In the summer months these apartments are full, more expensive and the beaches are quite busy. The winter is the slow period and they're glad to have anyone come to stay. And, as Canadians, we think the weather is pretty nice .... because there's no snow!

We flew overnight from Toronto to Lisbon on Air Transat. We hate overnight flights -- you arrive exhausted and the time zone change makes it even worse. Next time we shouldn't be so cheap; for an extra $150 we could have flown first class. We picked up our rental car at the airport and after a bit of a struggle navigating the city found our way to the E1 expressway leading south the three hours or so to the Algarve and Albufeira. On the way we had to pull over in a rest area for a nap, I could not keep awake.

Our one bedroom condo styled apartment at the "Perlo do Algarve" is conveniently located behind the Modelo Hypermarket and well appointed. There are only a very few guests at this time of year and few events -- there was a sparsely attended event on December 30th with a couple of pretty Brazilian dancers (see photo above). The pool is open, but unheated. Kate uses it to cool her ankle (she broke her ankle in June and is struggling with pain). Outside on the street Kate finds a cute little black cat that people are feeding. We miss our cats.

Fisherman's Beach, Albufeira on our first day (Thursday 29th) is lovely and sunny. Just the weather we're looking for. There's a stage being set up on one end of the beach for a New Years Eve event with Nelly Furtado headlining. She's Canadian with Portugese roots - I like her music but we don't stay up for the event. Today there's a fellow making sand sculptures on the beach and others basking in the sun, fishing from the pier or bravely venturing a toe into the cold Atlantic. We enjoy the day and spend most of it drinking sangria, people watching and soaking up the sun. The restaurants along the esplanade have coolers with fresh catch of the day -- you pick the fish you'd like them to serve you. Always fresh!

On Friday we take our car for a bit of a drive to the west. In Porches we stop at Casa Algarve, Art Regional, Pottery and Azulejos (blue tiles). There are these huge terra cotta amphora scattered around that probably were used at one time to make wine (or perhaps to store it). The blue tile mosaics are quite impressive scenes composed of multiple fired tiles -- you see a lot of blue tile in Portugal.

Further on a Carveiro we have some views of the cliff side. Carveiro is another fishing port at the mouth of a narrow river valley emptying into the sea. There's a potter we visit who speaks good English -- he tells us his wife is English. We picnic at a secluded beach where there are stairs leading down to the shore. Reg tested the water and finds it frigid! That evening we see the Brazilian dancers back at our hotel.

On Saturday we go out for lunch (while we could cook in our room with food bought at the Modelo it's more fun to eat out) and we're back at Fisherman's Beach for the NY Eve festivities. We have some drinks beach-side and meet up with some young folk. We were able to get a table at the Tipico Ruina overlooking the beach-side cafes for dinner. This is a restaurant that seems to be built right into the cliff. After our time at the cafe's along the beach and our tipsy dinner at the Ruina we stumbled home early with intentions of watching the fireworks from our balcony at midnight. Good intentions....

New Years day, Sunday, is cold but sunny. We drive west to Lagos where there's an impressive rocky headlands. There are, apparently, some caves and such that you can see from boats who will take you to them. We have a fresh fish lunch at the Cafe Pria Dona Ana, a restaurant perched on the cliffside. I had called ahead to make a reservation but there was no need for that. At the end of the headlands there's the caves of Ponta da Piedade. We descend the stairs to the water edge but didn't take a boat tour. From there we head north and west towards the Atlantic coast and visit the old Castelo de Aljezur. From there back home to share some wine on our balcony that evening.

On Monday we've booked a jeep tour with several others of the surrounding countryside with a guide who goes by "Al Capone". He's a great fan of the old Algarve before it became a summer tourist mecca. We visit small towns and the hilly countryside with old windmills, abandoned farms, grazing sheep, cork, orange and olive orchards. We stopped at a farm to sample some aguadente (firewater!) and honey. Afterwards we have some lunch a the Restaruante "Rosmaninho" where a grizzled old timer plays a small banjo like instrument for tips. Alte is a small beautiful hill top village with white washed building, blue trim and lots of gift shops selling blue pottery. It was a fun day exploring the backroads by jeep.

On Tuesday and Wednesday we took a bus trip to Seville in Spain and then on to Gibraltar. In the high season the tour would have included a trip across the Straits of Gibraltar to Tangier. It was a rather full trip with a lot of time on the bus listening to our tour guide natter on about nothing much while you cross miles of the Andalusian countryside. In Seville we stopped at the gaudy Tower of Gold and the Plaza d'Espana where everything is tiled. In the city center we visited the Cathedral where they (claim to) have Christopher Columbus' remains. It was originally a mosque when the Moors controlled the Iberian peninsula. I went up the Cathedral bell tower for the views on high. We wandered the old streets of Bairro de Santa Cruz (the old Jewish Quarter) and had a nosh on the street at a tapas bar Casa Placido. That night we stayed in the Spanish port city of Algeciras before heading to Gibraltar.

The day in Gibraltar starts with a drive across the Gibraltar airport! The "rock" is just a short distance from the Spanish shore. In between some of the sea bed has been filled in to make a flat landing area for airplanes! At the far side of the rock there's a mosque and a viewing point to look across the strait to Africa and the Atlas mountains. We took a cable car to the top of the rock with a brief visit St. Michael's Cave where they sometimes hold concerts. There's good views from the top of the rock. The famous monkeys (so long as there are monkeys Gibraltar will remain British) are everywhere.  You have to be careful -- they will bite and pick your pockets. There was one that jumped on a boys head and proceeded to violently hump his hair until ejaculation! That didn't look like a lot of fun. After Gibraltar we returned on the long bus ride back to Albufeira retracing our route.

The trip to Seville and Gibraltar spent quite a bit of time in a bus on the road. The places are interesting, the drive not so much.

On Thursday we drive north across the coastal range to the Alentejo farming region. Al Capone (from our jeep adventure) has recommended a winery "Herdade do Esporao" that we visit. We have a lovely lunch -- the salt cod was to die for. We've seen salt cod in the hypermarket -- dry slabs of fish that you might buy by the board-foot. What ever they do to reconstitute the fish at this restaurant is amazing. Flaky, fleshy, white and no taste of salt. I would have thought it was fresh fish instead of dried salted planks from the Grand Banks of Canada!

Anyways, our server for lunch turned out to be the sommelier and was keen to introduce us to their fine wines. We told him we were hoping to buy something and he led us through a tasting. Portugese wines celebrate unusual varietals that you just don't find anywhere else. We were tasting a blend and Kate says "I think there's a shiraz in this one". Our server smiled slyly because Kate had got it. Our server kindly arranged a place for us to stay as well in the pretty pedestrian friendly historic hilltop village of Monsaraz. From there you can look to the west to see the Spanish border.

Exploring further in the Alentejo on Friday we investigate pre-historic and Roman sites, vineyards -- some with ancient vines -- and the historic town of Evora where we had lunch at the Pousada dos Loios. In the nearby Igreja de S. Francisco (church) there's a ossuary full of bones and the remains of plague victims from long ago. One dried emaciated body was strung up for all to see.  Interesting but creepy and I'm not sure why. The church itself is one of those gilted baroque examples. There's also the remains of a Roman Temple. There's more Roman arches, an aqueduct, at the nearby Conventinho do Bom Jesus da Mitra which is an impressive example of renaissance architecture from 1545.

Saturday had us enjoying a fine day in Albufeira. More time on Fisherman's beach. That evening we went to a folk dance at the Hotel Sol e Mar (Sun and Sea).

On Sunday we drove west and north to ascend the peak at Monchique for views of the area. The road up the hillside is quite steep. There is a restaurant at the peek but we ate in one on the road back down in the town of Foia. There's a spring along the road side and locals were collecting water there. Back in Albufeira we caught the last rays of another sunny day. Warm enough to sun bathe as long as you were out of the wind.

Our return flight Monday morning left from the nearby town of Faro, a half hour to the east on the Algarve coast.

A rather full week for us in the Algarve.


[Update 20/04/30: The "Perlo do Algarve" is now called the "Luna Miramar Club"}

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wilma

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Kate and I had the unfortunate pleasure of getting storm stayed in Miami and suffering through Hurricane Wilma in late October of 2005 -- our airline got us to Miami on Sunday where we were supposed to change planes for Managua, Nicaraugua in Central America. Kate had a business meeting and I was along to enjoy some vacation time. We were well aware that Wilma was approaching but were assured by our airline that there was plenty of time for our connection and we would be on our way well before Wilma was scheduled to hit Miami.

They were right about the time. We napped at the airport for a while and the weather was fine at the time of our scheduled 6:30 pm departure to Managua. The storm hit early in the morning of Monday. Our flight to Managua was first delayed and then after a bit they said "Sorry, your flight is cancelled and ... you're on your own. Go find shelter." They gave us a coupon for a distressed rate at a nearby hotel -- the Wyndam where they treated us very well. The airline blamed the cancellation on the weather.

The storm went through Miami area quickly starting at about 1:00am through to 1:00pm on Monday. But it went through like a train wreck for hours on end. We watched the city go dark as electric power stations exploded during the night like bombs exploding in CNN coverage of the night bombing of Iraq. When the storm was at it's peak we huddled in our bed with curtains drawn (to protect us from flying glass) and prayed that our windows would hold. It was no fun.

In the morning it was blowing like crazy, lights were down, road signs ripped up, trees toppled, the bed was shaking and a window popped out in a room below us. We were then stuck without electricity or telephone (fortunately we had food and water) from Monday through to Thursday when we finally got out to return home. We never made it to Nicaraugua (fortunately as hurricane Alpha or Beta made a mess down there). We never really got out of our hotel at the airport. And you wouldn't want to. Everyone was without power, roads were dangerous, curfews were in place.

The moral is -- never go south for a vacation during Hurricane season! You might want to see some of our slides -- click on the photo of the Shell pumps.

Some comments on the pictures:

The view out our window (the Wyndam, Miami Airport) early Monday morning. We were on 5th floor. Power was already out, a window on another room had popped. Wind blew so hard it dried the streets! It sounded like a train running by your front door and went on like that for hours.

The wind ripped the restaurant awning to shreds. Trees were down on street, signs blowing around and no traffic.

Our hotel room. When the storm was blowing real hard you huddled in bed with the curtains drawn praying that your windows wouldn't pop and that your bed would hold still. On the other side of the building rain blew into the rooms through cracks around the windows and guests had to be moved. We stayed dry, kept the tub full (but water was never a problem).

It was dark and noisy, thankfully we didn't have to huddle in the bathroom or hide in the hallways.

By about 1:00pm the storm has abated. Restaurant awning ripped to shreds.

Palm trees stripped of leaves. In some areas they said it looked like winter in the north as trees were stripped bare.

This boat house was just down the street on a canal. The wind has torn it apart. There's some close up pictures later in the show.

The pool at our hotel filled with debris, trees down, planters broken. Not an inviting place for a swim. But they tidy it up and Kate did get in. But not this day.

A telephoto view towards downtown and the Orange Bowl. Note the car awning tossed about -- why was that left up? We took a drive through that neighborhood. Trees, powerlines and poles down. But most home are solid and survived with only minor damage.

The hotel had limited power (generator failed for a while so we had none for a day). When power was up news was interesting. Papers were published and we read every bit of news about the storm. That's Kate at the near right with her back to us.

When the power is out everywhere who is watching the news on TV? Just those folks lucky enough to be in a hotel with a generator.

Trees down in golf course by the hotel. It was odd to see ground staff busy grooming the greens when nobody could get out to play the course. Golf is a low priority game after a Hurricane.

The canal and boathouse at dawn of a new day.

Sunrise over Miami, a new day.

A close up of that boat house.

The gas station pumps were blown right out of the ground. Gas was a problem -- how do you pump gas if you have no electricity?

At the same Cuban restaurant ... the only restaurant open. Another day, no "cafe con leche" today as their coffee machine is kaput. There probably was an awning over the outdoor cafe -- long gone thanks to Wilma.

At the same Cuban restaurant. The tall girl was wearing 5" spikes while working -- she spoke flawless English and talked to us when Kate commented on the streaking of her hair. The girls all addressed the boss lady as "momma". Momma didn't speak any English. It was busy, very busy.

Kate did go swimming in the pool. They cleaned the debris out of the pool. But there's no pump to circulate and filter the water. No chlorine. Living life dangerously. The boathouse is in the distance at the bridge by the canal.

Last Frame: our supplies for the storm. There's a song by Tom Russell about hurricane season and packing up the essentials -- "Diet pills, potato chips and gin". We stocked up when we checked in on Sunday night. I took a cab to the nearest liquor store. The cabbie said, "Are there a lot of you?". I lied and said yes.... We finished the wine early on and were left with hard liquor with no mix.

The undies hung up to dry is a hard fact of life when the airport has your luggage.

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

Cainsville

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Fred Eaglesmith had an outdoor concert in Cainsville. Some interesting guests, a lovely day, and lots of good music.

Fred told a lengthy story about how he had written "Bob's Dogs and Burgs" for a friend who operated a nearby hot dog stand. After writing the song the fellow retired!

The location for this event was pretty odd --  a junk collectors heaven. There were a couple of old Fred Eaglesmith tour buses (cf. the picture at left) that had been parked and were slowly rusting away. You could go inside if you wanted. There's a wood stove in one for cold winter nights. I wonder if they used the stove while in motion?

If you wanted to buy one of these relics, you could. But you'd have to be a really crazy Fredhead to even think of that!

Monday, August 22, 2005

Fred Eaglesmith

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Kate and I caught some of the Fred Eaglesmith Charity Picnic held for several years now at the Springwater Conservation area just outside of Aylmer. It's about an hour south of our home.

Audrey Auld (sometimes just Audrey, other times Audrey Auld Mezera) was there as was Slaid Cleaves. Both really important artists.

Washboard Hank, Roger Marin, Willie P. Bennett and the rest of gang rounded things out nicely.

And the weather was lovely to sit in the sun and enjoy some music.

Saturday, August 6, 2005

25th Anniversary

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For our 25th Wedding Anniversary (August 2, 2005) we had a party with family and friends at the London Music Club on Colborne Street in London with 63 Monroe as the headline act. They took the occassion to celebrate their 25th anniversary as well — 25 years of playing as 63 Monroe.

On our wedding night, 25 years earlier, we had gone out to see them at the Cedar Lounge with a couple of friends. At that time they were playing under the name NFG but soon after changed to 63 Monroe. They had recently reformed after a long hiatus so we were really excited to have them play again. We got hold of Scott Bentley and he was happy, even keen to have the band play for us. He suggested the London Music Club which had recently opened under Peter Denomme. Scott said it was a good place for the event and it certainly was.

Kate, unfortunately, was in a wheel chair and on crutches. She had broken her ankle in late June and had to have it put together with pins and a plate. She wasn't up to dancing that day but we certainly had some fun. See her "couch dancing" in the photo above.

We had some private time with family and friends at our home that afternoon and before opening the doors of the London Music Club to the public when 63 Monroe took the stage. We had a very nice buffet dinner and some music by friends at the club. Peter Denomme played a song for us, Sam Wells played one and I sang Fred Eaglesmith's "Wilder than Her" (which got a good reaction in spite of the fact that I cannot carry a tune). I was helped along by our "No. 1 son" Christopher Fry who was visiting from Germany. Chris was an aspiring photographer and took most of the pictures in the album; others are by Peter Marshall; I didn't take many. We then had my brother Larry and his band "The Good Time Blues Band" play some classic blues numbers. My sister Ellen joined in with them; she often sang with Larry. They were quite good, I still have a recording of their set that Kate's brother Gord made. 

After this private party we opened the doors for the mayhem of 63 Monroe. This lineup was Scott, Markii, Peter, Brad and Brian. You can see from the pictures that we had a pretty crazy time dancing to the punk tunes of our misspent youth. Scott tells me it was a classic 63 Monroe event. Fun as all get out! The set list for the music they played that night was:

  1. Dear John
  2. Horizontal Hold
  3. Hijack Victim
  4. Party Time
  5. Cyanide
  6. Give'm Up
  7. Possibilities
  8. Henry 8th
  9. Teenage Kicks
  10. Wrong To You
  11. Shakin' All Over
  12. At the Boot
  13. Pils
  14. 2 minutes 38
  15. Weekend Punx
  16. Wild Thing
  17. Blitzkrieg Bop
  18. Keepin' Me Away
  19. Encore: Subway Train
  20. Encore: Roadrunner
Markii wrote us to thank us for including 63 Monroe in our 25th anniversary. He said he had a wonderful time and enjoyed the Free Press article. He closed with "See you on the 50th". At this writing that's coming up soon... I replied:

"It was a wonderful time and we wanted to extend many thanks again to you, Scott, Peter, Brad and Brian. We got hot and sweaty, danced our buns off and partied like we were kids again. It wasn't our parent's 25th Anniversary — it was ours. We especially liked that you guys took the occasion to celebrate your 25th. Many folks commented on how tight the band was and what great fun they had. I was worried we might collapse of heat/sweat exhaustion. It was a great show and precisely what we had hoped for. Can't wait for your new CD.

I don't know if we'll survive another 25 years (our relationship will but god knows how long the old body will last). But every day we're here we'll have great memories of your shows. Hope to be able to come see you again and build some new memories."


Scott wrote to say what a great time they had and hoped it was everything we had imagined it would be — it certainly was! He added that it was a typical Monroe show: at the end of the night, when the van wouldn't start, they were all drunk trying to figure out what their next move was going to be and were laughing through it all. What a party.

The photo album includes the set list they used and also a scan of the Free Press article by Ian Gillespie that Markii mentioned.

Ps. truth be told, she's wilder than me.

[This note composed during the COVID Pandemic of March, 2021.]




Monday, June 6, 2005

Mission Inn

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In June Kate's annual KBS conference was held at the historic Mission Inn in Riverside California. Kate flew in with her colleagues from work, I was a little delayed as I had the OUCC conference in Kingston.

The Mission Inn is a jaw dropping beautiful setting. It's an historic hotel (with all amenities -- pool, restaurants, etc) done up in a mission style. It's poured concrete, not adobe or stone, so perhaps a bit of a pastiche (reminds me of some of the landmarks in St Augustine, Florida). We had a small room with a roof top courtyard which was great for entertaining friends. I spent days just exploring the nooks and crannies of this lovely hotel. We were very lucky to have been able to stay there.

The Inn has a beautiful chapel and there were several weddings while we were there. It would be an ideal (but expensive) place to stage a wedding. One of the wedding couples contacted me later for some of my photos. I hope they worked well for them.

We spent some time outside of the inn (there are some interesting things in Riverside but the Inn is the jewel of the city), touring local wineries and tromping in the San Jacinto mountains.

It was a fun visit and I'd certainly recommend you stop in to see the Mission Inn if you have a chance.

Here's some pictures from our visit.