The Canada Day Weekend

Just so you know, the two photos below have nothing to do with the content that follows. I’ve included the photos, taken in Etosha, for no more reason than the fact that I have been having another trawl through my images, to see if there are any good ones there that I might have missed. It’s my blog, right? I can do what I want with it. So, ahem, we had a good Canada Day long weekend, eh? Yes? Everyone? Canada Day itself, the Friday, played itself perfectly. We had been planning a braai, or barbecue, so of course it rained like stink for much of the morning, and into the afternoon also. But then, just when I needed to get the fire on, and get my famous Cuban-style dry-rub pork ribs going, the rain cleared and the sun peered through clouds and everything turned hunky-dory. Boyd and Joanne showed up, the wine bottles were opened, the conversation flowed, and

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Canada Day

No, the old dude in the old coupe is not me – d’you think I’ve just won the lottery? Canada may be a Fair Country, but they don’t just hand out the lottery money to anyone. I’ve got wads and wads of unpaid tickets to prove there is bias. No, the old dude is just an old dude, in an old car – the car is pretty cool though, huh? – riding along in the Canada Day Parade on Pelee Island, on the first day of July 2012, four years ago. July 2012 was my first Canada Day in Canada, as a newly minted landed immigrant, or permanent resident – of more general interest is the fact that Pelee Island, where Rob and I marked that most memorable of occasions, is the southernmost point in Canada, and a lekker place to chill out for the long weekend, after you’ve made the leisurely trip across Lake Erie on the ferry from Kingsville. The old

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