There's another hike tomorrow which I may or may not take depending on what other plans are being thrown around, but today I managed to make it to Fort York
! I wasn't quite right, in that the major battle that was fought here (the battle of York - before it was renamed Toronto) resulted in the British losing. The americans had about 2,200 troops as opposed to our 600 which just isn't cricket. In a brash and bold "we're taking our ball home" gesture, the Brits blew up the Magazine (a brick building used to store the fort's gunpowder) before retreating which resulted in 250 American casualties and only a handful for the good guys. The real victory came after the Americans left - the Brits rebuilt the fort and the Americans never stood a chance when they tried to get their fleet around it this time around - and we fended them off. A few months later, there was an outbreak of peace and everyone was happy. Well, except the Brits - we were probably complaining about the weather, knowing us.
In any case, it was a great place to visit with overtones of Beamish in a way - the tour guides were all dressed up in authentic colonial garb, and there were military drills going on all day (I later found out that these were genuinely recruits who were being trained to work here over the summer - if it wasn't for the strike I could have maybe gotten a job here. Blast!
Anyway, check the pictures out, because they'll tell more of the story than I can from memory (I'm hungry ergo can't concentrate) and I'll include more detail in the comments for each picture.
Until next time.
Hey guys! The last entry works now - so if you gave up on it, feel free to have another go. Wednesday was a pretty awesome day all round, after the match I got home and one of the folks from upstairs (Wafaa) informed myself and Keegan that there was a gathering going on down on the porch. This led to a night out, where I met some cracking people - mostly Canadians (one American - eep!) - and we went to a crazy 60's themed bar night. It was fantastic - everyone had a great time and unlike most clubs it seemed like no time at all until last orders and we all went home. I kipped over at a mate's place (and was thrilled when she turned out to love Mighty Boosh and Blackadder among others) and headed back homeward the next day. Not a lot happened - it was more or less a day of catching up with people and I finished Twelfth Night - but there's now a German lass staying with us who met Naomi her first time in Toronto (3 years ago) until about the 16th I think.