Kingston - Toronto

In Kingston, the city on the Thousand Islands, we spent the last night. The city itself is located at the transition from Lake Ontario to the Saint Lawrence River. The downtown area is right on the waterfront and has many small pubs and restaurants.

The hotel where we stayed was a dive that doesn't deserve any further mention. Actually. But with these lines, I want to clarify and warn. So, some details: the walls were so thin that every, but absolutely every sound from the neighboring room could be heard. Really EVERYTHING! I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

The toilet bowl was so small that every visit to the toilet turned into target shooting. The beds were so soft that even Nicole, who weighs nothing, was lying on the floor with her butt. And the breakfast room of the 120-bed hotel had space for 15 people. And breakfast was set for 10 people. And the worst of all: the Wi-Fi didn't work properly. So we had to talk to each other in the room! Terrible!!!!

The only positive thing: it was (apparently) clean.

So: wake up, pack your bags, and get out of here!

Oh yeah, the place is called Thriftlodge Peachtree Inn.

The drive to Toronto initially led along the shore of Lake Ontario in the area of Prince Edward Island. Here there were breathtaking views of bays or the opposite coast.

After about an hour we left the island again, and Lake Ontario opened up: Unbelievable that it's a lake. As big as Rhineland-Palatinate, and it's the smallest of the Great Lakes. The only difference from a coastal sea is the missing typical salty sea smell.

The ships we could see were just as big as ocean cruises.

Then we hit the highway. As an exemplary German official, I naturally adhered to the prescribed speed of 100 km/h. But that could also have been because of the high fines threatened every 10 meters on signs. After a few kilometers, I noticed that everyone who overtook me shook their heads or threatened me with their fists. Apparently, I was the only driver in all of Canada who obeyed the speed limit. Before we get overtaken by a frustrated lumberjack, I stepped on the gas a little more.

After another two hours on a crowded highway, we reached the three-million-city of Toronto.

Immediately after leaving the highway, we felt comfortable. The city is huge, but still cozy and incredibly clean.

We initially canceled the ride to the 340 meter high CN Tower because of a one-hour waiting time. We'll try our luck again tomorrow.

A walk along the 'Harbourside' on the lakeshore caused the necessary hunger for dinner and the necessary heaviness of the bed...