My first ever trip out of the country. Day four.

 

Do you think gas prices are expensive in America? In Canada, it costs more than $133 per gallon!!!!!

Lol, just kidding. It’s 133 cents per liter or something like that. I don’t exactly know what Canadians call their currency and I’m too lazy to Google it.

#Murica!

But they do have much cooler currency than America. Take a look at these gangstas:

That’s right. That guy is so cool that he gets to be on purple paper. At least, I think it’s paper. The currency has a kind of plasticy feel.

Which is funny because everywhere you look in Toronto, there are signs that say “Be green! Recycle! Save the planet! Hug a tree!” (paraphrase).

Toronto has this cool thing called the CN Tower. I don’t know why it’s called CN Tower. Like most Americans, I skipped the history plaques on the wall and went straight for the windows to see how far down the streets were and guestimate how long it would take for my spit to hit someone.

Yes, that’s high. I think the tour guide said it was 140ish stories high.

I guess Canadians must be DC Comics fans, because there were signs prohibiting Spider-Man.

The tower also had glass floors, although to be honest there wasn’t much to see. Whoever designed this thing must have thought, “Hey, let’s put the glass floor over the aquarium building so that people will subconsciously want to purchase tickets to see the whales.”

 

It was very nice to see our Canadian friends correctly pronounce the name of the Sears Tower in Chicago where I am from (suburbs, technically, but nobody’s ever heard of Aurora, IL).

Now, the cool thing about Canada is that they have a store devoted to beer.

I saw one of these in Niagara Falls, too. In case you’re wondering, I did not go into either store, because it’s been hot the past two days and I don’t want to get dehydrated. Plus, my cell phone did not have service and I needed to think as clearly as possible to remember the streets I was traveling on so that I would not get lost.

Speaking of getting lost, I did get lost in translation in Toronto’s Chinatown. Almost everything was written in Chinese. Makes sense.

As I’m typing this, I’m in a hotel on the outskirts of Toronto (I decided to treat myself after two days of camping at a KOA campground).  If I had to visit this city again, I would probably fly and get an Uber ride. Driving around has been terrible.

Also, Canadians use the metric system, which means their speed limits are, like, “80km/hr”. I freaked out the first time I crossed the border at Niagara Falls when I saw that sign and thought, “What the heck?! How many kilometers are in a mile?” I had no time to Google it since I was merging onto a highway. Then I found out that Google would not help me out since everything on my GPS also switched to the metric system without my consent. “In 600km, turn right.” Darn you, Google. I should have bought an iPhone instead.

But, c’est la vie!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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