Perked up with a bit of Niagara

Trip Start Apr 18, 2011
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Trip End Dec 09, 2011


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Friday, April 29, 2011

At the Greyhound station for the Toronto to Niagara leg of the journey, Noel (the quartet defining member of our group) shows/reminds/shocks me with the vast difference in equipment we both are carrying. But as he pants up to the bus, I am comforted by my one item of luggage- safe in the knowledge that this will definitely be all I need for the remaining 7 and a half months...

The bus ride is a mere 1 1/2 hours, where we meet a very bubbly girl originally from The Bronx, she invites us to a Damien Marley and Nas concert which I am quite tempted with, but i decide its probably best to not continually alter plans as otherwise I will never leave the North East of America.

After almost getting off at St. Catherines (one stop early) we arrive at Niagara with the hostel practically on the doorstep of the bus depot. Before my rucksack hits the bed, I am out the door and en route to the falls. A meandering walk along the riverbank, we shelter under a bridge while the Toronto mosoon stalks us south. I am rightly- or wrongly- identified as the cause of this weather system, and it's hard to argue, when on arrival into Toronto the heavens opened, only ceasing as I left for the bus terminal. And here under an old iron bridge, we are experiencing a whole host of Forrest Gump rain types- where only moments before our arrival there were sweltering blue skies. I can only assume the weather back in the UK has been glorious sunshine.

As the rain lessens we continue, first of all the sound hits you- the distant roar grows louder and nearer until its droning roar is unmistakably alien. This almost prepares you for the sight. There are definitely moments in your life where things are over exagerrated, over publicised and accordingly over estimated, thus leading to disappointment. The Niagara Falls do not fall victim to this optimistic pretense- I take my pictures, but I have to just stand and stare to take in as much as possible.  As the 'Maid of the Mist' doesnt open season till next week we are restricted to the sidelines.

After the mist of the falls settles we are hit by a female waterfall of four Canadian students who have finished for the year. We practically paddle back to the hostel as the rain returns- it seems Candian girls enjoy their beers. I must be getting a little a long in the tooth and can't find the motivation to keep up with the couple who seem to thrive off aggression and confrontation. I think I have stumbled across the lesser spotted Canadian chav. Interesting, quite fun, but not really how I thought my night in Niagara would turn out. After a couple of games of free pool and all-day long complimentary tea and coffee, I call it a day (say Wednesday) and go to bed.

This reaffirms my love for the chilled out, approachable hostel and caps off a pretty epic day.

Now to plan tomorrow, my Anglo-germanic travelling buddies will return to Toronto, but I will not- Sid and Julien (and Noel) its been an absolute pleasure.

Even though I am being particularly shrewd (or tight Mr. Choyce) my original alotment of 35 pounds a day is now running closer to 50 pounds- this is down to spending too much money travelling between places. I should really sort out a more cost effective form of transportation, but for now its going to have to be a 15 hour Greyhound trip to Washington D.C. 

Although I have to say there's nothing like a bit of Niagara to put a spring in your step.
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The Yugster on

Oh Matt, Matty, Matters!
These posts are the highlights of my week. I feel like I'm there with you Gipper.
I did toy with the idea of counter-posting my experiences from North Wales as a kind of spoof. However, had a cup of tea, collected the dog shit and applied pile cream somehow sounded less impressive than went to Niagara and got pissed with fit Canadian chavettes!
Keep having adventures dude and keep safe so you can tell us about them. We're all fans here in the real home of the chav
Love
Yug XXX

J on

Oh god, there's nothing better than to be smacked in the face by overwhelming jealousy after reading your blogs. Its just puts into context, how much of the world we don't see or how many people don't get the opportunities (or even want) to see the world.
I sit here on my lunch break, in your chair, doing your work, while you galavant across the world...
Matthew Matthew Matthew, if you don't buy me at least one present (i don't mind how big) I will kick your ass :) And yes, this means you will have to partially fast your way through some countries, but my inevitable 'Thanks' will shortly make up for this! x

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