Maid of the Mist, and a lost meatball

Toby and Romy feeling horrible today as Meaty has disappeared, in a completely uncharacteristic manner. Much breakfasttime wandering about the neighbourhood in a futile search for the anxious faced little thing.

Lorraine and I however left to visit Niagara Falls. Went downtown to central Toronto and caught a coach. We somehow got on an earlier than scheduled one, which stopped near Niagara Falls casino. Strangely vulgar town, with a ferris wheel and odd towers looking down at the two parts of the falls, the smaller US side, and the horseshoe Canadian side.


However the falls themselves are wonderful, and the views amazing. Great peoplewatching to be had too. Had a fastfoody lunch, and then decided to go on one of the Maid of the Mist boats. Soon we were putting on our thin blue waterproof, and herding onto the boat. It was genuinely exciting to be to close to the falls' thunder, and to enter the mist and coast among rainbows.

Niagara coach station is a cab ride from the centre, sleepy ride home, then in Toronto the TTC back to Junction. Toby joined us at a bar near where he lives called the Troubadour. Drank beer briefly, but with immense enjoyment. Toby had a wretched day putting missing posters up. Romy very upset too, and back at work too to make things worse.

Nevertheless, Toby, Lorraine and I went to the excellent Curry Twist in the Juction. A reminder of what curry can taste like when it has fresh ingredients and is cooked with enthusiasm. Talked eccentrically to the waitress about being a sumo.

Home past posters of Meaty. Another bit of a search before returning home. Romy upset. An early night.

Below , a rather wet Lorraine, tourists on the US side of the falls, one of the Maids of the Mist shot from above, people on the boat, and the Canadian falls. As ever, click the pics to enlarge.