Long day that was. Got up early enough to be put on an early flight to Newark for our onward connection to Toronto. As the geezer was processing the flight change the Mexican dinner I'd had the day before decided it was going to strike me right at that moment. Let's just say I ended up just seconds from ending up with something extra to declare at customs. Poor Small Irish had to endure me running around the terminal like a mad man trying to find a toilet as plane tickets and passports were all over the place.
First flight took just 30 mins or so and we then hit the back of a massive queue at Newark security to transfer on to the Toronto flight. I hate flying, but I hate queuing even more. A ticketing error meant that I'd be sat on my own which I wasn't happy with, but the flight was ace. Sat on the wing (well, not literally) and got awesome views of Niagara Falls down below as we crossed the massive Lake Ontario.
First impressions of Toronto are that of an odd place where people dress badly, have the Queen on their money, speak French but also use an American accent. Odd, but exciting.
