New York City: Boat Tour, Empire State and Chanticleer, Too
There are a variety of performers on my “gotta hear them live” bucket list. The men’s vocal ensemble, Chanticleer, is on that list. When I saw an ad on Facebook that they were giving a concert, I immediately purchased a ticket. Now, the only problem was I didn’t look to see where they were performing until after I bought the non-refundable ticket. See, the concert was set to take place in New York City. I had a choice: I could either write off the ticket, or I make my way to New York. It was actually a pretty short debate after I concluded that I could take a short Amtrak trip there and make a day of it. As the day approached, I checked the weather forecast and saw that, while that Thursday was set to only reach the 50s, there was no rain forecast. I tried to dress in…
At the Symposium (Day 1, Pt. 1)
Good morning! After the ship–anything big enough to hold semis is not a ferry, IMO–docked in Port aux Basques, Newfoundland, on Sunday morning, RB and I disembarked and started our 809 km (555 miles according to my GPS–btw, those who have been trying to get me to buy one for years now have permission to say “I told you so”) drive to St. John’s. As I learned driving through Maine, it’s not a good idea to let your vehicle gas gauge drop below 1/3 tank since the distance between stations can be substantial. I also discovered that prices here are extraordinarily high. Gas averages $1.30 Canadian per liter, so it cost me nearly $85.00 to fill the RB, and that was regular unleaded gas. Discovered that Newfoundland is surprisingly mountainous. I can see why there’s just one main road around the outer edge. It makes for some great viewing along…