Friday, 17 April 2009

Day 19: Niagara Falls to Buffalo (well Cheektowaga)


Not a lot to report today. We left that ace hotel in Niagara Falls early (probably too early) and ended up waiting an hour and a half for the train. We expected today’s border crossing back into the USA to be a pain in the arse and we weren’t let down. Of the many people on the train, customs decided out of the three or four to pull off for ‘inspection’ it just had to be me and Small Irish.

They pulled us off the train and took us into their little ‘Homeland Security Centre’ to ask us a load of questions. Their officials were more like robots and wanted to know our every movement since landing, where we were going next and all that other bollocks they get paranoid about. It then took them a whole two hours to check the whole train, everybody’s passports and all that crap for what was just a 40 minute train journey. I kind of wish I’d made it worth their while by packing anthrax, heroin and some AK47’s instead of my dirty linen, sweets and this here laptop (well maybe not).


Got to Buffalo in three hours instead of the 40 it should have done. Problem is, we’re not actually in Buffalo, we are in a really remote part called Cheektowaga. The train dumped us at this almost abandoned station where there were no cash machines (and I spent our $$$ on hot dogs) meaning we’d have to walk the mile and a half with our ridiculously massive luggage. That sucked balls.


Anyway, when we got the hotel we were well impressed. Some Hilton ‘Homewood’ place, where the rooms are built like apartments. So currently I have got my (sweaty) feet up in the lounge area enjoying my favourite all-time cereal (that disappeared from the UK years ago) Frosted Lucky Charms (they’re magically delicious!). Ventured out of the hotel to go and take a peek at this supermarket place to do some stocking-up. I like American supermarkets, they are big and have massive bags of stuff dead cheep. Some things are just stupid though. For $5 you can buy strawberry laces weighing almost half a stone. Unreal, no wonder there are so many fat-uns about. Boston tomorrow though (after a 12 hour journey), which will be out last new place to visit before we come back home.