A weekend in Burlington

 

So, like I spent only my second whole weekend in Burlington in the two months I've been interning here. Had to make up a day of lost work at office, so did that on Saturday. Came home and read a bit of Shantaram, followed by Dave's thesis. Yashas came from Boston in the evening and we went to the waterfront on Lake Champlain. There was some reandom festival going on in oneof the parks on the waterfront. They had some pretty sucky live music barring the bass guitarist, who was quite fabulous. Yeah anyway so had a couple of beers there, grabbed a few brochures for info on things to do around Burlington and headed to Sweetwaters on Church Street. I was all excited that I'd get to have the Steak au poivre(pepper steak, if you will) that I'd loved so much on my last visit there. Unfortunately I was told that it had been discontinued and so had to settle for the Teriyaki steak, which was quite good too. That with a couple of Chivas made for a pretty nice meal. For dessert, we went to this litte street stall that did thin pancakes that could be filled with stuff.. think masala dosas, with thin crepes and generally any type of filling. So I had bananas and strawberries with whipped cream and hot peppers as my filling. ( although I must say, my choice of hot peppers to go with the rest seemed to freak out the really cute girl who made the pancakes. Oh yeah, damn she was cute!) So that was Saturday for you.

Sunday was when we had the real fun though. Took a 2 hour round trip on a ferry on Lake Champlain going from Vermont to New York State and back. It really was quite beautiful, especially when we could see Green Mountains of Vermont to our left and the Adirondacks of NY to our right. Snaps follow. When we returned, as a continuation of the whole getting-over-fear-of-heights thingy, I went to this cool place called Petracliffs, where you could do indoor rock climbing. The good news: I really seem to be over my fear of heights. And the bad news, well is that I found a new phobia I need to get over; the phobia, y'know, OF WORKING OUT MY LAZY ASS REGULARLY. Unfit, sodding bastard! Anyways a couple of snaps of that too.