Published: October 12th 2006October 12th 2006
I have no idea how I got here, but I awoke at 11am to find myself on one of the recliners in the lounge room. It wasn’t a bad bed at all! The only people who were awake were Tash and Spencer; Tash had gone to work and Spencer has gone to his mom’s house.
I went for a walk out to the balcony but it was a little chilly, so I stepped back inside and the radio was still on. There were plenty of old rock classics to be heard and I drifted in and out of sleep, only to be awoken by something I hadn’t seen for nearly 8 years.
The chilled winds had gotten even colder and before too long, the grass in the apartment complex courtyard started turning white. Soon after, the others awoke and came out to see the snow falling. Everyone else was only surprised that the snow had come so early in the season but I was totally surprised because I never expected a snowfall!
When the snowfall stops, Caelis and I stroll up to the shops to get some breakfast. The sidewalk is a little slippery and I nearly
fall on my arse a few times before taking it really easy. At the supermarket, the bananas intrigue me. They are from Columbia and they are dirt cheap! It seems like everything here in the shops is always dirt cheap. I try to explain to Caelis that the Australian crop of bananas was wiped out from Cyclone Larry and the latest crop retails around $15/kilo. My amazement at seeing snow, followed by 99c/kilo bananas probably has him wondering if I am an idiot. I make sure that the bananas are in good shape but Caelis thinks I am from outer space, telling me three times “THEY ARE 99C A KILO, MANNNNNN”. I’m not that stupid.
Caelis shows off his true colours when we’re about to line up at the checkout.
“So what, you’re having a bunch of bananas and a bottle of water for breakfast?”
“Yeah. I try to look after myself as much as I can on the road”
“Mannnnn, I have a packet of cigarettes and a 2 litre bottle of Coke for breakfast. Is this what all Australians eat for breakfast? If so, you Australians are a pain in the arse…”
I love how everything is half in English and half in French
At least Roy and Tera appreciate my sense of nutritional value when we get back and I pass around some bananas. The snow has recommenced but there is one pressing issue that I need to resolve, and that is my return to the city that I now love. Sure, it’s more about the people that I am visiting, but Toronto was calling me. And its not that Caelis upset me with his silly comments, because even last night I was checking out train times and making sure there was accommodation available if I did choose to head back tonight. Well, I decided to make that decision and started a rush to pack as the next train back left at 7pm. This was happening while everyone else was playing a video game that had zombies roaming around a runaway train. Before long I was ready to go.
Tash finished work a little early and came home to cook and I gave her a hand getting things ready. There was about an hour and a half left before the train left and we munched down on more delicious food. When will this Canadian food fest ever end?
On the way
to the train station, we stopped off at a dollar store that was supposed to sell everything in equal dollars. Due to the fancy pants sales tax, everything ended up having 8c per dollar attached to it! My raid consisted of souvenirs such as a Canadian flag, Canadian lanyard, a Disney postcard as well as some T-shirts. Still no sign of the Mickey Mouse watch my mum wanted.
We took some wacky photos at Sarnia station waiting for the train. Spencer wanted to know if I could take him back to Australia. I told him he too was more than welcome to take the luggage and go home while I stayed behind. I would have seriously considered doing this if anyone from Toronto asked me.
When I got into Toronto, I felt like kissing the ground and then came the sense of being home. It hasn’t been a week yet but I am madly in love with this place. For the next two nights I am going to stay at a different hostel since the HI has been booked out. Besides, I get back in around 11pm and I would have missed their Thursday night pub crawl!
In the hostel dorm there are 12 beds. There are 2 Aussie girls, an Aussie guy and another two Australians who are still out. I ask the girls if they have decided to segregate us away because we are dangerous! We all share our Steve Irwin horror stories and vow to make up some silly tale about killer wombats if we meet any other ignorant North Americans.
Even though it was really cold on the streets, I decided to go for a walk and have a few beers. I log onto my email and tell everyone how much I am in love with Toronto as well as thinking about buying a Big Day Out ticket…..what…SOLD OUT? YOU MUST BE KIDDING! I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME ANYMORE! Instead I’ll stay here. I’ll be more than happy to stay here and visit the British themed pub down the street, or walk along Yonge St or visit a club in Richmond St. My night out tonight consists solely of the British Themed Pub before retiring back to my hostel, drunk on alcohol and drunk on love for this city.
Sarnia - Toronto: 280 kilometres
Total Canadian Kilometres: 2900 kilometres
Baz got glassed!
Don't pass out there Baz, it could get cold!!!
Total North American Kilometres: 18256 kilometres
Total: 30197 kilometres
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