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| Our sailing buddies, Therese & George |
On our first night, the water pump would come on, then the bilge pump would come on…over and over. The result was half a tank of fresh water and half a night of sleep lost. Turned out to be a switch left on for the “hot water cylinder.” With that resolved, we set sail on the Rideau. The boat we have looks something like a bumper car at the amusement part with black rubber strips wrapped all around it. On the canal the rubber bumpers are a clear identified that we are clueless tourists.
The boat can have a mind of its own swerving to the left or right, sort of like steering a pie plate, further enhancing the opinions of the locals that we a menace on the water. The people who run the locks give us lots of friendly advice and work hard not to laugh hysterically as we try to navigate getting into and out of the gates.
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