Even though we’d gone to bed well past midnight, we were up at around 8 to get the early bird special at a local diner that stopped at 9. Patrick drove us over and we had the vegetarion option of lentils, homefries and toast which was an interesting change. After breakfast we hit up Paula’s, a famous donut store to get some freshly cooked post breakfast snackage which we consumed hanging round back at Joe’s before heading out.
We headed north excited both by the propsect of seeing world famous Niagara and of hitting a new country. We had been told of sponge candy, a food unique to the buffalo area because of the climate, and were happy to see it for sale. The ladies inside were incredibly friendly and had no problems with either us trying it before we bought it or giving us twice as much as we paid for. For any Brits, it tasted very similar to Crunchie but with a slightly softer middle. For non Brits, honeycomb covered in chocolate.
As we arrived in the town of Niagara Falls I could see the mist in the background which indicated where the falls were. We had been told that the view from the Canadian side was much better although a lot more commcercialised. Having left Buffalo later than originally planned, we skipped the view from the American side and headed straight to Rainbow Bridge to take us to Canada.
On the way through Niagara I questioned the description of not being commercialised. From people’s descriptions I’d imagined that it would be a national park or some preserved area. The reality of a casino and huge hotels was a little jarring. On top of that there was a large Indian population and some delicious smelling food. One restaurant in particular was very tempting, but we didn’t want a buffet and decided to eat Indian food when we got to Toronto in a few days.
The bridge leading to Canadian immigration afforded us our first proper view of Niagara. Personally, I was more impressed with the colours of the river on our right and thought that was more picturesque than the view of Niagara to our left.
We rolled our bikes up for our first pass through immigration and having had such good experiences entering the country expected another one. Unfortunately our expectations weren’t met. Canadians have a reputation for being nice, this guy at immigration definitely wasn’t. I found him to be very abrupt with some bizarre questions. He asked me how I could afford to do the trip. I explained that by saving for a few years and living cheaply it was doable. He informed me that he didn’t mean financially he meant in terms of my job and career. I didn’t feel like I needed career advice from a random guy and told him that having worked for 6 years I wanted a break and so was taking one. He stared at me in confusion and asked more inane questions before letting me pass through. C was processed after me and was also very unimpressed with his attitude, using words that would have some mothers wash your mouth out with soap. Having got in to Canada we stopped to record a video marking the end of the US east coast leg before heading to Rob’s house to clean up, drop off our things and go exploring.