Today's task: write about the hustler.
On our first full day in Kingston, Kat and I went hiking in the Blue Mountains with my aunt and uncle who were visiting from Montreal with my aunt who lives in Kingston. The drive was... well, let's just say that if I was behind the wheel, we probably would have turned back long before we reached the hike.
As it was, my uncle drove and we ended up enjoying a beautiful stroll:
There were ferns and flowers everywhere:
Afterward we stopped for lunch at a cafe just around twenty or thirty corners - so, about a minute's drive away:
That's Kat with my aunt. My uncle had wandered off somewhere, looking at some flowers I think. I'll share a few more pictures of this lunch spot tomorrow. They're some of my favorite of the entire trip (that don't have either of us in it).
Keep smiling, laugh a lot. They don't suspect a thing. You're just trying to help, that's all. There's nothing in it for you. They want to trust you.
"So we continue on down that road and we'll be there in about twenty minutes?"
"Yes, but it's not very well signed. If you want I can lead you there."
"Oh, there's no need to go out of your way for us. I'm sure we'll be fine."
"No, I insist! I'd hate for you to get lost around here. There are people around here... they're not bad, just desperate, you know?"
"All right, thanks a lot man. Don't drive too fast though, we don't want to lose you!"
"Of course! I'll take it nice and slow."
They don't stand a chance.