The first installment of this travelogue was posted aeons ago.. here is the link.
Pretty close to the border now. We decided to stop for breakfast. There was this little restaurant near the bridge where we decided to break. Both cars pulled in, and we were off to a flying start with fresh coffee and random foods. Whilst engrossed in conversation, I did not notice Young Karthik tearing, or rather shredding his sugar sachet into tiny pieces. Which he then proceeded to reach out and drop into my cup of coffee. Which was, at that time, half full. Now there are many and really many bad things that have happened to me these last 25 years. But why someone would decide to ruin my morning coffee was quite inexplicable to me. As is usually the case when something like this happens, I began fuming. And then ranted for a while. Well, renting is better than bottling such feelings of injustice inside and one day snapping and then doing truly awful things, right?
Anyway, so we kept going, after another cup of coffee, when the waitress asked me to hold out my cup and I said that I will be needing another cup.
Crossing the Lake to Canada was quite a sight… it is very, very pretty up there. And then we were at the border post.. where the bloke waved us on with a cursory inspection (it helps if you are traveling with white people). We were in Canada.
I don’t know how much of it was psychological, but Canada did appear to have clearer blue skies than the US. And of course everyone is metric here, so C had a bit of fun changing her digital speedometer over to kmph. And EVERYONE speeds. Canadian drivers are really aggressive on the highway. It scared us all for a bit, but then, when in Rome..
Then there was this brief ruckus when the Louvvmobile slid up right alongside (at 100 kmph) and Young Krishnan started making wierdarse hand gestures. To which, we had to reply by flicking him, of course. It was only much later that we understood that he wanted to pull into a gas station to attend to nature’s call. Well, so much for sign language.. when the implicit reasoning is that there has to be some vulgarity involved….
There were all these huge trucks rattling along the road.. dump trucks… then we figured that they were returning from the US after dumping garbage. Yes, Canada dumps its trash in the US, specifically in Michigan.
Resources on the trash dumping controversy:
http://mcsrt.org/resources/trash/index.htm
http://www.michigan.gov/gov/0,1607,7-168--89408--,00.html
Pretty close to the border now. We decided to stop for breakfast. There was this little restaurant near the bridge where we decided to break. Both cars pulled in, and we were off to a flying start with fresh coffee and random foods. Whilst engrossed in conversation, I did not notice Young Karthik tearing, or rather shredding his sugar sachet into tiny pieces. Which he then proceeded to reach out and drop into my cup of coffee. Which was, at that time, half full. Now there are many and really many bad things that have happened to me these last 25 years. But why someone would decide to ruin my morning coffee was quite inexplicable to me. As is usually the case when something like this happens, I began fuming. And then ranted for a while. Well, renting is better than bottling such feelings of injustice inside and one day snapping and then doing truly awful things, right?
Anyway, so we kept going, after another cup of coffee, when the waitress asked me to hold out my cup and I said that I will be needing another cup.
Crossing the Lake to Canada was quite a sight… it is very, very pretty up there. And then we were at the border post.. where the bloke waved us on with a cursory inspection (it helps if you are traveling with white people). We were in Canada.
I don’t know how much of it was psychological, but Canada did appear to have clearer blue skies than the US. And of course everyone is metric here, so C had a bit of fun changing her digital speedometer over to kmph. And EVERYONE speeds. Canadian drivers are really aggressive on the highway. It scared us all for a bit, but then, when in Rome..
Then there was this brief ruckus when the Louvvmobile slid up right alongside (at 100 kmph) and Young Krishnan started making wierdarse hand gestures. To which, we had to reply by flicking him, of course. It was only much later that we understood that he wanted to pull into a gas station to attend to nature’s call. Well, so much for sign language.. when the implicit reasoning is that there has to be some vulgarity involved….
There were all these huge trucks rattling along the road.. dump trucks… then we figured that they were returning from the US after dumping garbage. Yes, Canada dumps its trash in the US, specifically in Michigan.
Resources on the trash dumping controversy:
http://mcsrt.org/resources/trash/index.htm
http://www.michigan.gov/gov/0,1607,7-168--89408--,00.html
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