The Daytrip to Ottawa

Here I am, again, posting new stories from my exchange in K-town. Another week has gone by so fast, and new stories and legends have been forget! Other issues concerned, I have under a month to go in K-town, so I'll be saying farewells to a multiple of different friends I've come to know, honor and party with during my exchange. But there's no hurry yet to bidding farewells, so might as well let you the basic rundown on what happened on our daytrip to Ottawa.

Just as before visiting the parlament of Canada, including the House of Commons and the Senate, I stumbled across a familiar sounding word on a street poster... The poster was an add of a loungebar called Helsinki, located on 15 George Street. Naturally we tracked the place down, but to our unfortunate luck, it opened up after 8:30, which was sadly too late of a time for us to be in Ottawa.

Here's our roadtrip crew, Max being excluded from the picture because he's... well, French. Yuvon, Kaisa, Dan and me all we're excited to visit the capital. Why wouldn't we be? :p I drove us to Ottawa, and discovered that a speed limit had been put on the Buick. Dammit, this was the SECOND time this happened!!!

After visiting the Parlament of Canada (which can be seen in the background, behind Dan's new, Men-in-Blackish shades!), we headed over to the National Museum of Canada, which is apparently the most visited museum in all of Canada. Of course we got there 20 minutes before closing time, so we were able to get a general glimpse of the bottom level (the tour reminded me of the one, which Janne took us on at the Louvre in 2002:). After our tour of the capital, we headed back to our dear hometown of Kingston. Bacardi, Absolut Vanilla, Cutty Sark Scotish Whisky and beer were all served on the way back home.

After getting back to Kingston and receiving a delicious buffet dinner from Henna and Kristin, it was time to shake our communal asses off at Alfie's, where the monthly Indian Hip Hop night was held. The night was full of great dance moves and awesome music. On Sunday, FC Beercelona (my team, word!) won their game over some dodgy, Spanish-speaking a-holes in the indoor soccer league.