Nothing gets kingstonians more excited than bridges, mythic or otherwise. Recent news should have pulses raised, what with the teasing of federal funding for the long mooted but rarely seen third crossing, coupled with today’s announcement that work will begin again on the rail crossing on JCB.
What with all the love being shown to big bridge projects, what news of the Front Road bridge repairs? Perhaps it could be extended a little longer to encourage residents to practice their zipper merges?
Where is the brave Kingstonist ready to take on the sh!tshow that is AC?
Surely some well heeled Kingstonian wants to make a penny or two beating the pathetic service that AC grants us?
visit Kingston this September! So much going on.
In a previous post I was less than complimentary about the lukewarm efforts Kingston has implemented to become a bicycle friendly community. Full disclosure: I am ambivalent about the whole idea, as for the most part policy seems to have been outsourced to car hating activist led single issue groups, but given that the city has embraced the spirit, if not the practice, perhaps they might consider a few easily implemented ideas to further the vision.
Covered bicycle shelters. Assuming the city means to increase the number of cyclists, ought it to prioritize covered bicycle shelters? Failure to consider, let alone implement, such an easy and relatively cheap* piece of infrastructure does bring their commitment under suspicion. Nearly every European city of similar size to Kingston prioritizes multi-modal transit, and includes covered bicycle racks proximate to bus and regional rail lines. Continue reading
Anyone who has attempted to travel from KTown to anywhere else and wishes to avoid the near daily carnage along the Queen’s Highway 401 is faced with either flying or taking the train. In a(much) older post I had a few thoughts about VIA Rail, but recent news has prompted an update.
VIA Rail is proposing to upgrade the old CP right of way (yellow line) paralleling Hwy 7 into a dedicated passenger rail line between Ottawa, through Peterborough and on to Toronto, while at the same time upgrading portions of the lakeshore CN infrastructure (blue line) all with the intent of increasing the frequency, if not the speed, of rail service in the Toronto to Quebec City corridor.
Specifically Kingstonians may soon enjoy an alternative to ‘Luggage Lotto‘ at YGK or ‘Big Rig Dodge’em‘ along the 401. If, and its a big if, Transport Canada approves and funds VIA Rail’s High Frequency Rail (HFR) plan, then Kingston could soon become a hub with late arrivals from Toronto and Montreal complemented by early morning departures. Imagine being able to enjoy a show in Toronto, returning comfortably that night, or better yet departing early enough to catch flights out of YYZ or YUL, all while avoiding the circus of cancellations and delays that sums up Air Canada’s service to YGK.
While I’m at it, a couple of improvements to the design of Kingston VIA station regardless of whether HFR comes to pass:
- Divert the through freight tracks to the southeast side of platform two, to allow dedicated passenger rail embarking and debarkation with the intent to build;
- Raised platforms at rail car floor height (as is the case in virtually every European main train station!) to enable mobility options.
- Construction of a weather canopy over much or all of the exterior passenger platform.
Every year, after months of cold and darkness, and just prior to the first signs of spring, thousands of Canadians suddenly abandon their homes and head south to the Caribbean, Florida, Mexico and so on. And this year, Junior was no exception. Even with what has been a mild winter by any measure, Junior and family found themselves joining the mass migration of Canucks south at Spring Break.
In some moment of sheer lunacy, I determined that it would be a good idea to drive. Perhaps it was the mild shock of air fares, or some crazy idea that it would be ‘fun’, but at any rate by 6am early friday we departed our house and began our two-day journey.
For those of you contemplating the drive, I can attest that the advice of my colleagues and friends has turned out to be quite accurate. You should budget two long days of driving – planning a minimum of twelve hours on the road, factoring in another two or more hours of stretches, meals and pee breaks A couple of colleagues, real pros at this, strongly advised going hard the first day – up to 18 hours(!) such that the second day is easier. No doubt they all have teenage kids who can entertain themselves. Anyone travelling with two small children must invest in a portable CD player. This wonderful invention, I am sure has prevented the untimely demise of an untold number of children.
In the end we opted for a more or less balanced two days of about 12 hours driving each – although due to somewhat inclement weather on the first day, we actually did not accomplish half the distance, stopping just past Roanoke Virginia. Mind you once we joined I77 in North Carolina, we managed to progress at a much faster rate and had we not encountered a traffic accident on I75 near ocala, would probably have made it in to our destination before 715pm. As it was we arrived at 8pm, and collapsed into our beds.
My few readers will have noted by now that Junior travels a wee bit – perhaps more than is strictly necessary. In my roamings, I have had on occasion the pleasure opportunity to travel on Canada’s own VIA Rail. For uninitiated, VIA Rail is a passenger rail service wholly owned by the taxpayers of Canada, known in the parlance as a Crown Corporation. In this regard it is not unlike AMTRAK (USA), or any of a dozen or more European state-owned passenger rail services. Thus it is run largely for the benefit of its employees and where passengers are noticed at all, it is with at best diffidence and more often with sufferance.
In comparing modes of transport it is often difficult to find true comparisons of merit, since the modes differ significantly enough as to pose problems finding commonalities. Except where it comes to service. Leaving aside private automobiles, where the service offered to the passengers is diffident at best and downright awful at times (particularly in Junior’s chariot), passengers in Canada have two options – fly or ride the Iron Horse. Edward the Corgi has heard my theory before – but for those who have never heard it – thus. On the whole and with evidence of my own eyes, Air Canada is miserably incompetent, whilst VIA Rail is cheerfully incompetent.
09 March 2010:
Back in Montreal for the first time in many years (notwithstanding transiting through Dorval) and it seems to me on first glance as though that while the city structure is clearly a little distressed, what with the potholes and dodgy sidewalks (mind you, KTown can offer craters as awful as the best of them), there is much more excitement now then when I last called it home. Maybe I am wrong, but I didn’t see too many storefronts for let, I did see plenty of sharply dressed folks and everyone seems fairly cheerful. Despite my shocking neglect of the place, Montreal still remains my favourite Canadian city. At Wednesday night dinner comfortably ensconced in the window and indulging in a bit of people watching, I did notice that an inordinate number of vehicles flowing south on Stanley were of the Mercedes, Audi, Land Rover, BMW variety – perhaps indicative of a local economic confidence which seems to be ignored in the rest of Canada. I suppose it is easy to overlook Montreal especially in afterglow of the Olympics and the ‘me first’ attitude of Tranna. Thursday night off to Weinsteins and Gavinos for a meal, and then down the block to Three Brasseurs for a couple of beer, before heading back to the hotel.
How to get there:
- VIA RAIL: I am more and more convinced that this is the best way to travel to Montreal – no headaches with traffic, no time wasted looking for or paying extortionate rates for parking etc.
- By Car: If you must insist on taking your vehicle, then of course Montreal is well serviced by several major highways leading into the city. The roads are a bit rough in places – comes from overbuilding the infrastructure and then neglecting it for decades I suppose. Please note that there isn’t actually much of a bypass around the city – especially to the south.
02 Feb 2010: Upperdate – apparently if one refers to a football club incorrectly, watch for the sudden spike in traffic. Apologies to those who follow TSV 1860 Bayern, and thanks to those who corrected me.
Undoubtedly there are sports writers much more eloquent than I who could provide a readable summary of the game, say for instance on goal.com, or bundesliga.de – instead here are my thoughts about the entire experience.
We ( a US colleague and I) departed Greding just after noon on a motor coach filled with semi drunk German soccer fans for what would normally be only an hour long trip. Unfortunately just 5km down the autobahn we came up against the back end of a colossal weather induced ‘stau’ (traffic jam – which we later learned was stopped for at least three hours). Fortunately the parade of brake lights in front alerted the driver and tour leader to the lengthening jam ahead and our driver wisely dived off the motorway onto snow covered local roads where we continued on at a somewhat slower pace south towards Ingolstadt and then back onto the autobahn. However while this slowed us considerably, we succeeded in avoiding the jam. For the remainder of the inbound trip, traffic on the autobahn consisted of nearly equal parts soccer fans, Polish upper middle class families heading south to ski the alps and long suffering locals just trying to get home from Saturday shopping. Consequently we arrived about an hour later than planned, but still with plenty of time to find beer and pretzels. As an aside, staying in a little town at a family owned hotel, where the staff knows you by name pays off in little things, such as the hotel owner’s son making all the arrangements for us to obtain tickets and transportation, – all paid through the front desk – and introductions with our tour host. They made us very welcome, treating us to beer on the bus and asking kindly when we might be back. It turns out that at home vs Hannover 96 could fit very nicely with my next trip. Continue reading
Many moons ago, the mother of SWMBO was born in the town of Romanshof (now Romanowo), Netzekreis (county Netze) just north of the market town of Czarnkau in Poland. She and her family, not being of the correct ethnicity (not Polish) and coincidently being on the losing side of the Second World War, as a seven year, were ‘invited’ to leave by the victorious Red Army. There are delicate memories involving traumatic loss, dispossession, violence and so very slowly over the years I have been able to encourage her to offer up her recollections, supplemented by those of her older brother and now with opportunity to travel to Warsaw the prospect of visiting the mother in law’s birthplace engaged my curiosity….
Although I did not have the time to travel out towards Poznan, I did find quite a few websites dedicated to the geneology of German settlers in hinter Pomern, the area which encompasses the Netze.
“Few cities can claim worse luck than Warsaw. Over time the city has been burned by the Swedes, smashed by Russians and then flattened by Germans. Not surprisingly all that’s left Warsaw looking like it’s gone ten rounds in a boxing ring.”
Hardly inspiring then.
Despite the ubiquitous grey brick buildings and the cold windy streets, there is something appealing about Warsaw though, and I think it is in the spirit of its residents. They would certainly need it given all they have been through in the last century.
I had no idea, other than a vague understanding, of just how smashed this city was by 1945. For instance the Jewish Ghetto was so thoroughly destroyed, levelled, that very few traces of its existence may be found today. The only remaining portion of the wall is found in the courtyard of an apartment building at ul Sienna 55. No longer than about twenty-five feet, it is one of the few items remaining of the Ghetto. The area around it was completely transformed after the war, a grid pattern of streets, boulevards, parks, office towers, and of course the mighty Palace of Culture were superimposed over the pre-war streets and alleys.
More photos here.
When I think of Poland, I think of tragedy. A country which has been intermittently independent, but more often under the thumb of one empire or another, Swedes, Germans and Russians to name just a few. Tragic because they sit smack in the middle of the east-west european invasion route and thus were ravaged in the Great War, again in the aftermath of the October Revolution (a little known war between USSR and Poland from 1919 – 1921), and soon after the dismemberment by both Nazi Germany AND The Soviet Union in 1939, the two Warsaw Uprisings (1943 and 1944) which left the city in ruins, and of course the soul-destroying years of the communist regimes. Poland lost the largest percentage of its citizens of any combatant nation during WWII.
And yet it survives. I somehow get the feeling that if this country could ever catch a break, they might wield considerable influence within europe – but then again the nature of tragedies is such that what can be imagined never comes to pass.