Last night I biked through Halifax, Nova Scotia on my Bobbin X-tra cycle. I rode from The HI Hostel at 1253 Barrigntion Street:
I took the pretty way through the cemetery with the Boer War memorial arch:
Then made a left and pedalled through the pubic gardens:
After a little tour of the gardens, I came out the far side and biked down the hill to Little Mysteries Book Store:
Then, while I was looking for a bike rack big enough to hold an x-tra cycle, I woke up.
The thing is, I visited Halifax for about 10 days in 2002 or 2003. That is the only time I was there. But it was a surprisingly vivid dream and according to Google maps, reasonably accurate.
It has been so cold for here that for the last almost three weeks the school hasn’t been able to send the kids out for recess because of instant frost bite risk. There have been a couple of days where is has been so cold the breathing hurts after I walk from the car to the school. Speed skaters I have met call it “The Hack” you lungs get so cold you cough until you think you will be sick.
I haven’t been out on my bike since lat October. There were a few days in early November where I would have tried to get a ride in, but I was busy getting ready for my final.
I can understand that the hostel made an impression, I stayed there for 9 out of my 10 nights in Nova Scotia.
The other one, I had rented a car with some lovely Australians and taken a road trip around the Cabot trail. We over nighted during a light blizzard in Cheticamp. It was the first time I remember seeing an ice burg, although the fishermen in the Tim Hortons assured me the ones in the bay were “just ice” and not a real burg. I have to add, it was amazingly nice to be invited to join a random group for breakfast and a visit based purely on my accent and that I came into the Timmies alone.
But I digress. It makes sense that I would remember the hostel. The bookstore features my tattoo on it’s sign, so that is memorable too. I walked past the Boer war memorial with the lovely lion statue twice daily, so that makes sense that it could turn up in a dream later. I only went to the park the one afternoon. That is a bit weird.
Who am I kidding? It’s a bit weird to be dreaming of a far away place I had a brief contact with more than a decade ago no matter how I slice it. I am, however, pretty impressed that I got quite a number of the buildings right along the way.
I think I need a vacation.