City Nights Bed and Breakfast
Travel Blogs from Toronto
Square One
As Christmas is fast approaching, unlike most years, I'm becoming more and more apprehensive about booking a trip somewhere! I usually fall for the pleasure of fun in the sun...but this year needs to be even more spectacular.
I am currently searching for something that will not only "wow" me, but that will take my mind to a far away place, free from stress, free from feeling, free from guilt, free from reality. I will keep you all posted as to what has been ...
Touch Down
Just arrived in Toronto after a gruelling 33hrs in flight mode. Townsville, AU to Sydney, AU, Sydney, AU to Vancouver, CA, and Vancouver, CA to Toronto, CA! 8 Movies, 2 TV Shows, Books and 2hrs of sleep later! I am exhausted.
The biggest excitement on my way back was being able to have a Ceaser! Mmmmm Ceasers! Been 15+ ...
The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men/Backpackers
... obsessing over) televisionīs Amazing Race, Casīs instincts kicked in and we were quickly on our way to the hotel lobby which would serve as our Crisis Centre for the next couple of hours.
We had already given up our hipside technologies and laptops for an unplugged existence on the road so the next couple of hours played out a little like Cagney and Lacey trying to crack The Case of the Missing Flight (I was playing the role of the ...
Let the train take the strain
... than picturesque and whilst I wasn't exactly expecting mountains the nearest we get is an endless stack of cargo crates. Once out of the city sprawl we speed up and journey past plains, forests and the occasional lake. Sometimes little hamlets of clapperboard houses appear or we get the excitement of railroad crossings, woo-hoo! But for the most part it's just a monotonous vista of not very much at all. Paul unsurprisingly falls asleep, while I take advantage of ...
Meet The Male Models
... They laughed as I’d caught them out, but as they weren’t saying anything nasty and a few smiles were even raised by my comment I let them off, the one who doesn’t smile even remembered my name, saying, ‘Philippa, Philippa Smith’ in a mock Bond accent. It is indeed my name and I’m glad it’s rolling off their tongues because it’ll be my name in lights one day rather than theirs I’m afraid; nice girls don’t always finish last. ...