Halifax

The next morning Frank and I met up for breakfast, then he had to head off to work. This let me play tourist.

This is Pier 21, Canada's equivalent to Ellis Island in the USA, where all the immigrants landed and were processed. The huge thing behind the building is a cruise ship. It was amazing to see it slide out sideways from the dock, pirouette, and the sail out of the harbour.

The Pier 21 museum is quite small, but you could take hours to go round it, as it has stories which you can play from people who entered the country there, stories from people who worked there, and from the charity volunteers who were always on hand whenever a ship came in.

Another famous landmark in the city is the Citadel up on the hill behind the downtown area. The fort dominates the city even today, and it's said that it's presence was the reason why the city was never attacked.



I think this next cannon, was perhaps an early prototype, or maybe French, with them keeping it nice and clean and out of the way in case the Germans came through.








After touring there I went for a walk in the city parks, where I came across this bandstand.






The bandmembers were mostly older, and they played what I'd call big band swing music. The older folks loved it and a few were dancing away on the grass, though not quite as enthusiastically as some of the gentlemen who were in town for the parade.




Halifax also played an important part in the rescue of survivors from the Titanic, with some salvaged items on show in the museum. This next picture shows the grids that the divers use when doing searches on the floor bed, though this is used more in archaeological digs.

This little boat is a similar kind of star as Thomas the tank engine. He and his friends in the harbour, move things around, controlled by a harbourmaster.

After that busy day Frank and I met up for dinner again, before he had to head off for his flight home, so here's a picture of us eating. The eagle eyed amongst you may notice that without the visor I've gotten a bit of sun. Sadly it means I won't be able to eskimo kiss for a couple of days.


Oh, there was some kind of disaster on Franks way here involving our cousin Matthew and some sunlight glinting of a weather balloon and dazzling people, which meant that I didn't get the earplugs.