Dear diary,

On the holidays, I went to Coruscant. It had suburbs named "Chicago" and "Toronto," but I wasn't fooled at all. As soon as the sun went down, all traces of the natural world disappeared from the landscape and I knew that I was a long way from the old-fashioned trees and rocks we have back home.


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It's almost 2am, and a taxi has just dropped me off out the front of the hostel. I've been at Niagara Falls today; a landmark that somehow manages to overpower the Las Vegas-style casino town that's growing on both sides of the river ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm not actually employed as a geochemist, but I have the qualifications for it. The joke in question is actually the story of last night's trip out to Queen Street ( Read more... )

So. Algonquin Park. It looks nice in the travel brochures - guess I'll have to cut out a picture to take home.

I called last week to book two tours, and the one on Thursday is still apparently going ahead - unfortunately my booking for the three-day trip to Algonquin has vanished into the ether. The tour company has no record of it, my name wasn't ( Read more... )

Today, I am but a shadow of my former self - burned into a nightclub wall by brightly-coloured lasers ( Read more... )

I like what I've seen so far, in Toronto. Unfortunately I've covered so many kilometres of footpath sidewalk that I ended up hobbling about the place, blisters on both feet ( Read more... )

I seem to have been swept up by the current in Toronto... I hit the ground running (mainly due to Jonathan's lightning one-hour street tour after meeting me at the airport), and haven't really stopped yet.

Last night's serendipitous discovery reminded me of watching films with fetnas, futurelegend and virtual_munkee... while walking up Yonge Street, I stumbled across the closing ( Read more... )