Still Eastbound, Day four, Day Five, A Wedding!!

            Niagara Falls.  The place of honeymoons and where Marylyn Monroe plotted murder in the film, Niagara.  Sinister wedding events abound.

            Heading a bit east from the falls I came to little town of Niagara on the Lake.  Just on the outskirts, there is a tiny, tiny church.

                                                                         It is not only small, it is the world’s smallest. 

                                    This chapel is Guinness book tiny.  This place is so small, they had to put the name on a sign out front.  It has been known to turn away basketball players due to height restrictions.  

 

                                              What can be done in a church that small?  I peeked inside and sure enough, there was a wedding going on.

            Yeah, that happened…again. 

That guy must have left his tux at home.

The minister and his wife posed for wedding photos.  They also doubled as best man, maid of honor, and wedding guests.  That about filled the place to capacity.  It is a tiny place when you have to go single file down the aisle.

            After the wedding what comes next?  The reception!  Or at least a trip to the pub for fish and chips and a pint of stout.

This was the Angel Inn on Niagara on the Lake. It was established in 1789 but this is the place after a remodeling in 1812.  The server told a tale of an uneasy guest.  In 1813, a Canadian militia officer, Captain Colin Swayze, missed out on the British retreat to hang with his new found lady friend.  He hid in a barrel in the cellar from the invading U.S. forces.  They entered the pub and probed the barrel with bayonets and pinned him to the spot forevermore.  He is said to roam the building but is harmless as long as the Union Jack flies over the building.

            The server gave me another pint to ease my fears.

Or not.  Must be time to head east again.  Where to now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bubba Around–Day 3

            Heading east from Toronto, I came across, what I thought was a broken water pipe or maybe a flooded gutter.  Whatever it was, coming from the California drought, I knew someone was in big trouble.

                                              I was wrong!  This is Niagara Falls.  I took a closer look and saw a boat that would take me even closer.

            The problem was that it was on the other side of the water…in another country…Back in the USA.  I saw a bridge, maybe I can sneak in.

I figured if I crawled on the curvy bit, I could sneak over, get my ride, and sneak back before anyone knew.

            Note:  Bubba don’t play those games!  We don’t mess with Immigration or Customs from any country we visit.  The idea of a jail is not my idea of a good time.  The idea of a foreign jail is enough to melt the plastic off a little person.

I made it to the other side and climbed to the top of this tower to get a better view.

                                                The view was great but it looks a little wet and misty down there.  I can’t really see; I’ll have to get closer.

                                                              I saw a lot of people dressed in blue raincoats.  May I can score one from this nice lady.

                                                                            It’s a little big around the shoulders but there is my boat so I must hustle.

                                                                     The boat took me to the falls but this part looks a little rocky.

                                                                Hey look, there’s another place that looks a little more peaceful over there.

                                                                       Annnnd, maybe just a shade too rough.  I thought I’d give skiing a shot.

                                                              TOO ROUGH! TOO ROUGH!  TOO FOAMY!  GET ME BACK TO LAND!

                                                                                            Canada is that a way.  I’m heading back now.

                                                                                                   Back to the normalcy of Canada.

                                                                                        

Maybe heading east would be a better bet.

East to Day 4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bubba Around

Day 1

Day 2

Where To Go

Where To Go

                        Bubba hasn’t been on a trip in quite a while.  At least I haven’t helped him write about one in quite a while. 

Time to travel, but I don’t know where.  These little plastic feet are getting itchy.  I need an idea so I turned to my favorite resource…books.  I wanted to look at some great travels Jules Verne wrote a book called “Around the World in 80 Days”.  That sounds like an idea.  I found another one, “Around the World in 18 Days” by H.R. Ekins.  He felt that with modern air flights, one could fly around the world by commercial airliner in just 18 days.  Amazing…in 1936.

When you have to travel, when you have the bug, it doesn’t matter where you go as long as it is someplace “not here”.  I jumped on the first plane out of Sacramento.  It took me to Denver.  Too close.  I jumped on the next place out.  The nice lady steadied me while I read the big letters.

ToToronTo

                      That sounds good.  I’m heading east and this Toronto place is east of Denver so I’m on the flight.

            Arriving in Toronto, I checked into my hotel. 

            While I was here, I thought I would catch a baseball game.  I think the Oakland Athletics are playing some local team.  I put on all my A’s gear and headed to the stadium.  Fans were not so appreciative if my stylin’ green and yellow.  They looked just a little hostile.

                                                          Maybe I’ll go to a hockey game instead.  These guys look pretty friendly.

                                              A new friend but I’m not sure if sitting on his glove would be the best location to view the game.

                                                                                    This place ain’t bad.  Hey look! A big tower to climb.

                                                                              And what is that at the base of the tower?  A Bubba sized train. 

                                                              Trains are good, they take you places, I think I will jump on the eastbound train.

To the East I’ll go for:

Day 3

            Originally, I planned to write this in real time.  That would have required a lot of discipline and drive which pretty much guaranteed I wasn’t going to do it.   This trip did happen and I’ll keep the day count accurate I just won’t promise to publish it even remotely on time.   Like all things Bubba, I’ll get to it when I get to it.

Bubba’s Canadian Caper

Bubba took a trip to Vancouver and wanted to insert his thoughts at this point.  He will go back to talking about his European vacation later in the week.

            I was real excited when the mail came and there was an invitation to attend the wedding of two of my best friends, Ryan and Kari.  The wedding was being held in Canada and they mentioned something about a sporting event being held in the city at the same time.  I got excited and started practicing.

I knew if I could hold this pose for eight seconds, I could be a winner.  Unfortunately, I found out the wedding was NOT in Calgary, the event was NOT the Calgary Stampede, and the bull was NOT impressed.

You can see me up there, I’m still hanging on!!

            Instead the wedding was in Vancouver and the event was the fifth game in the battle for the Stanley Cup.  Hockey fans had taken over the city and my inanimate Canadian friends all sported blue jerseys.

I looked in every store but was unable to find a shirt in my XXXXXSM size.  I decided to steal the idea given to me by some of the fans walking around and I dyed my hair blue.

I was able to pick up a hockey stick my size and, with stick in hand, I was ready for the game.

            I didn’t have a ticket but the city set up huge screens outside Rogers Arena for the thousands of people filling the streets.  The crowd was in a great mood and they were partying in high style.  Someone offered me a beer from the local Whistler Brewing Company and I made a slight error by asking for a Sam Adams Boston Lager instead.  I’m not sure what was wrong with that but I had to leave, right away.

The next day brought a lovely wedding for my friends.  I went to the reception but I forgot to bring a present.  I picked the biggest one there and put a “From Bubba” Post-It note on the box.  I then pushed it back into the pile.

I signed the guest book.

Checked out the wedding cake.

I treated myself to a few glasses of wine.

There were paparazzi snapping pictures and I’m sure one of them will make all the tabloids soon.

I maybe had just a little too much wine and my friend Anthony offered to give me a lift home. 

But before I left, I did catch the bouquet!!

            Bubba would like to thank Heather and Bill for putting on a great wedding and reception, Anthony and Kim for helping him out, and Ryan and Kari for being Ryan and Kari.