Revelations Of A Sort

Trip Start Jun 05, 2013
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Friday, June 21, 2013

A day of revelations came today, the first being that cuckoo spit on plants has absolutely nothing to do with cuckoos. I'm not sure if this is simply a revelation to me, but after being on a farm doing predominantly weeding for a while it was mind-blowing. 

The next revelation was that wearing dark colours made me a magnet for the mosquitoes, unfortunately the enlightening didn’t come in time to stop them from attacking my elbow, hence my elbow being covered in toothpaste for the remainder of the day. 

With the toothpaste covered by a jumper, us humans headed down to Emily and Cameron’s cabin for a barbecue and some s’mores.  On the walk we saw a porcupine in the tree, and watched as it legged it up the tree away from Zelda’s inquisitive barks. He wasn’t like I’d imagined, as I thought they were more like hedgehogs after seeing the quills they leave in dogs’ mouths.  Yet more revelations. After putting fashion before function this morning and suffering an enlarged elbow because of it, I decided to ignore any material ideals and tuck my trousers into my shoes to avoid any possible ticks sneaking in. 
 
I finally had s’mores, two digestive-like biscuits sandwiched with toasted marshmallow and melted chocolate, and then saw fireflies for the first time whilst drinking some good old Canadian beer.   Of course the walk home was a little dark, and the fireflies decided not to light our way, but as I wandered up the hill after a few drinks it felt just like walking home from the pub with friends after a day/night out.  Only here I was a little worried about bears jumping out at me.

My final day at the farm was completed with a viewing of the film 'V For Vendetta’, which, considering I hate any form of mask, probably wasn’t the best way to get a good night’s sleep before the saga of getting back to Mississauga.  Nils, Elle, and I all woke ready for an early departure to Kingston for breakfast at The Sleepless Goat, the workers’ cooperative that serves amazing food for extremely reasonable prices.  Unfortunately my watch stopped so I couldn’t quite comprehend how little time I had to work with before my bus left, but we managed just fine after stopping in Gananaque for fuel.  With ourselves fuelled up at the Goat we were ready to go too, and I was soon on the Megabus to Toronto with an amusing driver who whispered ‘wakey, wakey’ when we arrived downtown. 
 
I walked the many blocks down to Union Station to catch the Go Train to Mississauga as some hobos shouted ‘have a nice trip’: I said thank-you and carried on my way, only to pass some well-suited smokers outside a bar who didn’t even move to let me through, let alone wish me well on my travels.  A final meander through Union Station’s many construction sites confirmed that wearing a jumper this morning was a poor decision; somehow the clues of everyone on the street wearing shorts, t-shirts, and dresses were overridden by the air conditioning of the bus. 

I did get to see a large group of filming vans on location on University Avenue though, but nobody was filming at the time so you're unlikely to see six-foot-red-faced English girl swaddled in backpacks as an extra somewhere.

There wasn’t much room for backpacks on the GO train, so as I strained to contain my bag on the floor and keep it far from injuring anyone I lost myself in the Freakonomics book, learning how one woman fighting to legalise abortion in the 60s had a butterfly effect on the dramatic US crime decrease in the 90s.  
 
After a brief sleep on the train, once my one chapter was completed, it was straight to digging at Margaret and Daniel’s; I still had my dirty wwoofing trousers on, so it made sense to do some weeding before showering.  To end the day, the barbecue broke down and Margaret just managed to finish cooking as Kristina and Adam arrived from Ottawa. Our meal was accompanied by a baby bird outside that hadn’t been seen flying for some time; Margaret wanted to put it in a box, but I've been hardened by my brief farm stint and said let nature takes its course.  It was either the farm’s effect or a desperate need for sleep at the end of a long day. 
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Pip old chap on

Nice to be back on the road again with you.

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