Today I went up to Niagara Falls, NY to visit a friend and the Canadian side of the falls. After the long bus ride it was nice to get on the bike and ride. Going up the Canadian side was very pastoral. Canada has almost a British countryside feel, which is hardly suprising - very genteel, very established, spread out and green and quiet. The roads up through the countryside along the river are staggered - the houses and bikes ride alongside a separate, smaller road while cars whoosh (ok, slowly whoosh) on the main road. I took the road with the cars because the bike lane was too windy and slow. I'm on a *serious* bike ride, here, people.
Once again I was amazed at my own resourcefulness - to get off the Greyhound, get the box, assemble the bike, ride to pick up my passport, and then get into Canada and get to the hostel, all before dinner - it's amazing what I'm able to accomplish when I set my mind to it. Clifton Hill - the area we are staying in - is like a mini-Vegas, with neon lights flashing everywhere. But perhaps more about that tomorrow.
