We caught a coach early for a trip to Niagara Falls. The coach driver was weird and spoke like a robot.

The falls simply are beautiful. We boarded one of the many Maids of the Mist, armed with plastic poncho. It was at this level where you appreciated the power of this natural wonder, always at its mercy if you’re to dare being irresponsible.

From there we headed on to Niagara-on-the-Lake, a quaint tourist village. We sat down at a restaurant, choosing quantity over quality. Mitch ordered a large salad – it was horrendously big. I can’t even remember what I had. All I can see in my memory is that huge salad. Then we went wine tasting. I have no interest in wine at all but hey, free booze. We tried some of the famous ice wine… pas pour moi I have to say!

Back in Toronto, we explored the shopping delights of Yonge St and the Eaton Centre. We then had a lovely dinner at the Three Brewers, drinking from 1 ltr tankards. Brilliant.