(these photos are not my own)
NYC twinkled beneath me like fairy lights on a Christmas tree as we came in to land. I could look at that happy, sparkly sight for hours on end or 'til it stopped being magical. The entire flight was smooth-flying, save for my dumb 'oops' moment where I'd left my hand luggage on a free seat (which was not my own) while I took out what was needed and then stowed it in the overhead compartment, before taking my own seat. Unbeknownst to me, my water bottle had leaked all over another passenger's chair and it wasn't until a small shriek was heard to the left of me, when she sat in the puddle of water, soaking her bottom... that it dawned on me - this was my fault. Did I confess? No, I didn't dare, rather than explain how the mishap occurred, I drooped down in my own dry chair!!! The cabin crew cavalry came to her aid and replaced it with a dry cushion; so after that I was free from my guilt. Sorry, to the lady of 39H!
The sassy madam steering the queues at immigration got all cranky with those who had joined the queue from our flight, for showing up so late after landing. Pardon us, for being near the back of the Boeing and that everyone in front of us exited snail sloooooowly. I got off and lined up immediately after so I'm not sure who spilt water on her chair!!!! :D
Nuttily, when the shuttle dropped me off across the road from the bus terminal in Times Square - I couldn't believe where I was! The razzle dazzle brilliance of ogled me but I had a bus to Toronto to catch so could not stop to flip out over my surroundings.
SEEDY SORTS ON THE COACH - Why oh why do the lunatics have to be seated beside me? Can't the nice girls be left alone, safely? Replete with unease, I had to playact that I was asleep when a Buffalo, ghetto guy was next to me for an hour or so. I kid you not, he rapped to himself vehemently for 30 minutes straight about his n-words and other things too terrible for me to write. I wanted to punch him in his rotten face or scream like a mental patient for him to get away from him, as his profanities were yelled endlessly over 50 times. How immense was my relief when he left!!!
I could have opted to travel via train but no, no I selected HELL. The bloggeress in me doth exaggerate - it wasn't so bad apart for the aforementioned and when the Canadian bus man took over and walked in on me using the onboard WC. I wanted to flush myself down with the mortification!
As I'd napped for so many hours out of the 32-ish approx travel time, I was ready and raring to tour Toronto, after showering. First pit stop was at Pita Pit, as I'd not eaten in over half a day and was indeed famished. I'm plugging the Chipotle chicken on wholemeal as it is wholly hearty nourishment. We should have pitas more often and forego the cake, I feel.
DOTING ON TORONTO - Though there's a crisp, chill in the air in this windy yet infectiously cool city it's actually rejuvenating. Given my course plotting skills, I'm not trusting my navigating but it will be much easier than other places I've visited, knowing I can use the CN Tower as a compass of sorts, as it lies south and I must head towards it to get to my backpackers inn.
QUEENS PARK - There's a romance about the delightful, old campus buildings which make up part of the historic Toronto University. Canadian flags flap in the breeze patriotically and the black, bushy tailed, sprightly squirrels infiltrate the domain as they seek out sustenance. Sweet, wee nippers!
The Royal Ontario Museum is pretty cool as museums go, for you are met in the grand entrance by the gigantic, bone structure of a dino. A cute little lad was nonplussed by the sight he beheld yet he knew the prehistoric beast wouldn't bite him :D With over a million visitors a year to lay their eyes on over 6 million items, it is one of the largest museums in North America. Most impressive to me, were the sparkling gems on display in the Earth's Treasures gallery; some of the specimens date back 4.5 BILLION years! Explore artifacts from the First People of Canada, to the bat cave, to meteorites from the moon, you won't be short on rarities. One of the star attractions is said to be the Stair of Wonders.. and as I wandered, I wondered where it was as all before me were regular staircases. (To my mind!) Before I left, a band were having their sound check so I listened a while but my body was too exhausted to stay from all the travel. Shame, as it was set to be a museum rager, judging by what I heard!!
I OWNED THAT CHEESECAKE - Let's face it, I have long since been a devout worshipper of cheesecake so to desert dessert (after my butternut squash soup and teeny toast triangles) at Carole's Cheesecake Cafe would be highly discourteous. Opting for the rocky road was an inspired choice for it was rich and oozed with chocolatiness. The nutty bits and marshmallow filling manifest through each forkful; that was a whole new level of delicious.
Canada has always been this wonderful possibility of audacious jubilance for me and my wayward soul; so here's to great things happening here! I have the world on a string, I'm sitting on a rainbow and I get the chance to be venturesome for weeks to come :) xx
The sassy madam steering the queues at immigration got all cranky with those who had joined the queue from our flight, for showing up so late after landing. Pardon us, for being near the back of the Boeing and that everyone in front of us exited snail sloooooowly. I got off and lined up immediately after so I'm not sure who spilt water on her chair!!!! :D
(again, these are not my own)
SEEDY SORTS ON THE COACH - Why oh why do the lunatics have to be seated beside me? Can't the nice girls be left alone, safely? Replete with unease, I had to playact that I was asleep when a Buffalo, ghetto guy was next to me for an hour or so. I kid you not, he rapped to himself vehemently for 30 minutes straight about his n-words and other things too terrible for me to write. I wanted to punch him in his rotten face or scream like a mental patient for him to get away from him, as his profanities were yelled endlessly over 50 times. How immense was my relief when he left!!!
I could have opted to travel via train but no, no I selected HELL. The bloggeress in me doth exaggerate - it wasn't so bad apart for the aforementioned and when the Canadian bus man took over and walked in on me using the onboard WC. I wanted to flush myself down with the mortification!
DOTING ON TORONTO - Though there's a crisp, chill in the air in this windy yet infectiously cool city it's actually rejuvenating. Given my course plotting skills, I'm not trusting my navigating but it will be much easier than other places I've visited, knowing I can use the CN Tower as a compass of sorts, as it lies south and I must head towards it to get to my backpackers inn.
QUEENS PARK - There's a romance about the delightful, old campus buildings which make up part of the historic Toronto University. Canadian flags flap in the breeze patriotically and the black, bushy tailed, sprightly squirrels infiltrate the domain as they seek out sustenance. Sweet, wee nippers!
Canada has always been this wonderful possibility of audacious jubilance for me and my wayward soul; so here's to great things happening here! I have the world on a string, I'm sitting on a rainbow and I get the chance to be venturesome for weeks to come :) xx
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