We landed in Halifax quite late, and it took forever to get a cab into the city, so it was nearly midnight before we could drop our bags and meet some friends for a beer. Two pints and 90 minutes later we were walking home in the cold rain, and I woke up this morning with a chill and a sore throat. Well, it was either the walk home or the sub-zero temperature in our hotel room. I had to use an ice scraper on the alarm clock just to see what time it was.
We have a few hours to ourselves now. Time to go find some grub and enjoy Halifax.
Skirl | Dan Dickinson 
Hug the city for me.
I walked through the public gardens, drank all night at the Lower Deck and just went for a stroll on the waterfront. I figure that counts as a Halifax hug, no?