Our first full day in New York City also happened to be Christmas Eve. Not that it felt like Christmas. Then again, how many Christmas Eve’s have we boarded a ferry to visit the Statue of Liberty? None!
It also didn’t help that on this particular day the heavens decided to open up, bucketing down upon the city. It was the only day it rained but being our first day, we managed to find a funny side to it… just!
Photographing anything outside that day was difficult (especially as I’d left my camera’s rain jacket at home…), however it did make for a beautiful backdrop for Manhattan.
The original plan after we climbed up what seemed like 1,000 stairs to the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, (although officially it says there were only 215), was to reward ourselves with Yum Cha in Chinatown, but given the squelching emanating from our shoes and how absolutely sodden most of our clothes were, the only thing we wanted was the comfort of our warm hotel room.
Hence the question on everyone’s lips as we made our way through the maze that is the New York City subway system was… “mum, how much longer?”
When you hear the name “Miss Piggy” mentioned, the last thing you’d think of would be a plane. Yet up in Churchill it’s just that.
Miss Piggy is the remains of freight plane, which on developing engine trouble during an approach to the runway back in 1979, managed to land among the rocks without a fatality.
The plane remains where it landed but has subsequently been painted for a movie that required just this, a plane crashed in what appears to be the middle of nowhere.
As for the name Miss Piggy, this nickname came about following one of the plane’s many and varied cargo deliveries, that of a loads of pigs!
Master Thirteen was very eager to explore the skeleton of this beast but this was discouraged by our tour guide, who standing guard with his rifle (for noise only) was not a person to be ignored.
This didn’t deter Young Sir however who still managed to see quite a bit even with the oldies of our group in front of him hugging the few good vantage spots there were. It only took one peek at my boy to know what he was thinking as he respectfully waited for these people… “mum, how much longer?”
Walking around St John’s, Newfoundland we chanced upon a wonderful bronze sculpture by Morgan MacDonald whose created some magnificent pieces of work not only in Newfoundland but across Canada.
The sculpture we were admiring was called “A Time“. It’s quite a large piece with six figures each reflecting various contributions of the Arts to the City of St Johns. I particularly like the fiddler!
“A Time” also commemorates The City of St Johns being designated a “Cultural Capital of Canada” in 2006.
Newfoundland was an unexpected gem with so much to see and do. Even the children are planning their next visit which for me says it all.
Hence, when it came time to leave Newfoundland and our plane was unexpectedly cancelled leaving us another day there before we could continue our journey onto New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island, we all gleefully jumped back into the hire-car.
For a change it was with big smiles on our faces and a song in our heart when the question was asked… “mum, how much longer?”
What a wonderful story it would be if I said having purchased a book at our local charity shop, this old negative fell out and on scanning it into my computer, this is the photograph it revealed. How fabulous would that be?!
Certainly sounds a tad more exciting than saying after the most horrific experience with American customs in Vancouver, having finally boarded our ship bound for Alaska, we sat exhausted on our cabin balcony scoffing our complimentary champagne and strawberries.
As we “debriefed” from our ordeal, vowing to write letters of complaint to all concerned (yet to be written mind you), I couldn’t help but notice this dock beside our ship – was it something that was once important but now lay neglected, or was it something needed so often there was no time to make things “pretty”?
Whichever the answer I can’t help but wonder as to its strength, durability and really… “mum, how much longer?”