Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
374Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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Pulling out of Toronto with a whirl of snow outside seemed a fitting way to end my time in the city as the bus cruised south to the border stopping before reaching it though at one of the world's natural wonders, Niagara Falls. Exiting the bus station I followed the river down the Canadian side towards the big cloud of spray looming in the distance.
Before reaching the main big drip there was the American Falls on the other side attracting a few other photo snappers but not that many though perhaps due to the frigid temperature. The river below which you can usually sail down to get up close and personal with the falls was completely frozen over with just the cascading water the only part not solid. In retrospect it should not really have been a surprise given the time of year but I had always pictured the falls as you would expect with a flowing river beneath the veil of mist rather than an ice rink.
The more recognizable and striking Horseshoe Falls (you know, the one in Superman 2) where still up ahead hidden behind a wall of vapour with blocks of ice toppling over the top rather than a bumpkin in a barrel. Much like the other few here today it was matter of a few choice photos before ducking inside the tourist centre place opposite to heat up before heading out again but not before finding a Tim Hortons inside first.
It was only a stopover here with a bus connection later in the evening to Washington D.C but that was not till 9:30 at night with time on my hands to kill. With a balmy high of -9 degrees displayed on the side of one of the many garish casinos overlooking the falls I headed slowly back in the direction of the bus station through the little tourist hole that is the rest of Niagara Falls keeping my head down on passing lines of gambling houses and tacky souvenir shops due to the biting wind as much as anything else as the temperature continued to drop
Keeping my head down did have the unwanted side effect though of not being able to see where I was going soon ending up at...actually I had no idea where I was all I knew was where I wasn't and that was the bus station. Finding a use for the crass casino tower overlooking the falls as a point of reference I headed back in the direction of the river never having felt so cold with the icy wind piecing every part of me exposed or not. So cold. Never felt so glad on finding something as simple as a bus station before.
Leaving Canadia land behind I was preparing myself for another US customs grilling only to find the nicest customs lady I've met so far more personally interested in my journey than anything else breezing through easily with no need for any more fingerprints, mug shots or having my dirty washing rummaged through. If only they were all like that.