Winnipeg is the capital of Manitoba. Before we hit the road out of town, we ventured down town.
The Assiniboine Park reminded us of our home town Hagley Park in Christchurch with trees, gardens, old buildings, sports fields, people walking dogs and fitness fanatics exercising. Freshly cut grass has a smell to make anyone slightly home sick for a couple of bike rotations.
The residential properties up one oak tree-lined street were both absolutely humungous and beautiful. No doubt we fitted in trundling passed in our lycra with homelessness look. Not!
At the heart of Winnipeg is The Forks, an historic site at the intersection of the Red and Assiniboine rivers. Except the water colour is both muddy and brackish. Nearby are well-preserved turn-of-the-20th-century warehouses converted to shops, restaurants and galleries. For us, it was stop/start at different plaques to read up on the transition from Aboriginal inhabitants to European settlement including the variety of forts that used to protect the pale faces. Adjacent to The Forks is the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, very poignant given it’s history. Even though our tour was short and sweet, it’s was really interesting and worth the time invested.
Another stop/start moment happened when we approached a road sign that read 96o 48’ 35”.
The Longitudinal Centre of Canada.
We took from this that if we had of cycled in a direct straight line from West to East, we would have now covered one half of the country. This would mean that we would have one half of the country to go, if in a direct straight line.
The bums were happy!
However, we have approximately 1000 kms still to pedal before we reach the half-way point of the distance to be covered in kilometres taking the route travelled. Furthermore, there are hills on the horizon again.
The latitudinal lines are going to be going from flat to bumpy!
That wiped the grins off the bums.