The plane journey was exciting, after weeks/months of preparation we were finally on our way.
We weren’t travelling light – I was laden with a bike box, snowboard bag, and a big carry-on bag. Charlotte had a huge suitcase, a laptop and another carry-on bag. I was beginning to feel North American.
A two hour wait in a stiflingly hot immigration hall behind families of refugees did leave us a little jaded but when we were finally on our way to the bright lights of the city we perked up again.
The hostel, St Clair Hotel, was what you’d expect from one of the cheapest places we could find – shocking. Our view was of a concrete park which through most of the day hosted the drug dealing games, where zombies aimlessly ambled occasionally, crossing paths to top up on drugs. The room itself was alright and the showers etc were clean enough. We wanted to escape quickly though.
We were only a few hundred metres from the Steamworks micro brewery as it turned out so it was a great opportunity to check out Canada's ales - which aren't much like English ones but are pretty excellent nonetheless.
We were only a few hundred metres from the Steamworks micro brewery as it turned out so it was a great opportunity to check out Canada's ales - which aren't much like English ones but are pretty excellent nonetheless.
DRG
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