Mountie-ing Concern
To be frank, I was a little concerned they let us out of the U.S so easily. No "please don't go," "come again soon", we just drove through the tunnel and out of the dream.
Immigration into Canada was ok-ish. We had to get out of the car, into the immigration office to get our passports stamped. We were desperate for the restrooms, which they had to buzz us into. (Obviously some very strange customs over this side of the border).
Unfortunately the light went out in Ross's almost as soon as he was inside, so he emerged a little ashen faced a few minutes later, but thankfully intact!
Ross opted to stay as close to the border as possible, so we're in Windsor, Ontario. At this moment we've only seen the hotel and the casino (don't ask), so more of that later. No mounties to be seen anywhere. How disappointing.
Exhausted from the six hour drive, we got to our room on the 18th floor and made a beeline for the window. The view was great. However, when we turned round the room was a bit of a shock.
"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" I asked Ross. "Look, the beds aren't made. And the bathroom's a mess too."
We rang down to the front desk, who said they'd be up with a new key.
For anyone who read yesterday's comments on the blog, all I can say it is lucky we had that hall pass. We had to wait around 20 minutes in the corridor for them to come with the new key!
Anyhow, the new room had an even better view. It was so good (pix to follow) it kept me up all night.
As I said, we're just over the border. On one side of the river is Ontario, the other Detroit. Detroit, from this side, looks stunning. Especially on a sunny winter's day with slabs of ice floating down the river in front of it.
What kept me awake was the fact that there was America all smiley and wavy, the star spangled banner fluttering in the breeze. And we've only come all this way so we can get back in.
Lovely though I imagine Canada is..there's no place like home.
Immigration into Canada was ok-ish. We had to get out of the car, into the immigration office to get our passports stamped. We were desperate for the restrooms, which they had to buzz us into. (Obviously some very strange customs over this side of the border).
Unfortunately the light went out in Ross's almost as soon as he was inside, so he emerged a little ashen faced a few minutes later, but thankfully intact!
Ross opted to stay as close to the border as possible, so we're in Windsor, Ontario. At this moment we've only seen the hotel and the casino (don't ask), so more of that later. No mounties to be seen anywhere. How disappointing.
Exhausted from the six hour drive, we got to our room on the 18th floor and made a beeline for the window. The view was great. However, when we turned round the room was a bit of a shock.
"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" I asked Ross. "Look, the beds aren't made. And the bathroom's a mess too."
We rang down to the front desk, who said they'd be up with a new key.
For anyone who read yesterday's comments on the blog, all I can say it is lucky we had that hall pass. We had to wait around 20 minutes in the corridor for them to come with the new key!
Anyhow, the new room had an even better view. It was so good (pix to follow) it kept me up all night.
As I said, we're just over the border. On one side of the river is Ontario, the other Detroit. Detroit, from this side, looks stunning. Especially on a sunny winter's day with slabs of ice floating down the river in front of it.
What kept me awake was the fact that there was America all smiley and wavy, the star spangled banner fluttering in the breeze. And we've only come all this way so we can get back in.
Lovely though I imagine Canada is..there's no place like home.
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