Today is my last day in Toronto. My flight to London is at 9:40pm tonight. If I’m really lucky at Heathrow, I might get back to Dublin sometime just after noon, so I can grab some lunch before going to bed for 18 hours.

I had an excellent time here. As expected, it took me a bit to get adjusted to being in a new place, the nuances and such, but after yesterday there’s so much that I’d still like to see that time and money are not permitting.

Yes, yesterday; I got the streetcar from Bathurst Stn. down to Bathurst and King, walked down Bathurst to Front St. and made my way to Blue Jays Way to take a photo of Second City, and immersed myself in the financial district (them buildings is TALL!). Then I headed over to BCE Place to check out the Hockey Hall of Fame, but it was full of kids so I skipped it and went to the gift shop instead. After that I continued down Front St. to the Flatiron, stopped for an iced coffee at the Second Cup Coffee Co. at the corner there. Next, walked up the other side of the Flatiron on Wellington, turned up Yonge St and made a left onto Queen, walked all the way back to Bathurst (passed Ethan on the way) then turned around and walked back to Yonge on the other side of the street.

Turned left then and walked up past the Eaton Center, crossed over to the HMV at 333 Yonge (which, by the way, while bigger than the biggest one back home and better organised category-wise, doesn’t have nearly as diverse a product range - they don’t even sell t-shirts!). I got a video that John was looking for, and a few things for meself. Continued up Yonge, eventually got to that t-shirt shop we were in on Saturday but they were out of those Thundercats shirts (bummer) so I got something else. Time ticking away, and I’m sweating like there’s no tomorrow. Up Yonge to Bloor, and then left along Bloor back to Bathurst, stopping somewhere along the way for some blue Gatorade. Believe me, I needed it. Made it to Bathurst Stn. with my feet still intact, then caught the bus back here to drop off my stuff and get changed.

Then I headed back downtown a few minutes later to meet up with Ethan and go to the CN Tower, which was expensive but pretty cool all the same. Standing on the glass floor was weird, it didn’t feel like so high up until I moved slightly and the perspective affected my brain. Got some good photos up there too. It wasn’t the clearest of days but you could still see at least ten miles away. After that we met up with Chris in a Nova Scotia-style pub and we caught the subway to get to the Mexican place for dinner, the tickets to the Maple Leafs game having fallen through. We ate at Plaza Garibaldi’s on Danforth in Greektown. I shared fajitas with Ryan. Damn good food. After that I was getting a leeetle tipsy, so when we got to Allen’s down the street I had to have a glass of water. I just about managed a Guinness after that (it was a good one, but too good, very heavy), and then we went home in Charlie’s car.

And now it’s Wednesday morning. I’m gonna go pack up some of my stuff now and head down to the supermarket in St. Clair for some strange North American foodstuffs.

Wed 20 Mar 2002 at 14:46   ·