28.03.2008 - 29.03.2008
Just managing to squeeze in a bit of tourist travel before Jen and Eleni left the country, and having realised that although Niagara falls isn’t that close to Montreal, it’s a lot closer than Brisbane, we packed up and headed of to Niagara Falls.
It helped that friends of ours from Marty’s Uni days came over from Cambridge to visit us and were enough of an excuse to hire a car and drive through Ontario to get to Niagara Falls.
When we got to the falls and saw the ice on the water that was at least 2 stories high we understood why the maid of the mist boats weren’t operating. The falls were spectacular even in the cold with ice formations reaching back up as the water cascaded down. The falls are also illuminated by night giving a different perspective on this natural wonder.
The shops, restaurants, theme rides and shows were over the top tacky. It was wild. We can only imagine how much bigger and tackier the real big places like Las Vegas and Reno are in comparison.
I (Marty) had a ball introducing Bill and Fiona to Hard Rock Cafés. Eleni danced her heart out and the four of us adults stuffed ourselves in the company of rock paraphernalia. We loved catching up with Fi and Bill, enjoyed sharing their special news and loved hanging out with them in Montreal and Niagara Falls, it was sad to see them go and they wandered across the USA border for more adventures.
Jen had heard about a less famous town close to Niagara Falls called Niagara by the Lake. Marty was happy with the diversion because all along the road from the highway to the town were lined with wineries, however we limited ourselves to one due to time constraints, the amusing thing was as we walked in the people next to us asked for a bottle of the Australian shiraz. It turns out one of the winemakers was Australian and his brother came out to give tastings. Once he clarified that I followed the Brisbane Lions or any AFL team then he was ok.
Another great diversion at Niagara on the Lake was it was the only place in Canada we had found anything like an Aussie meat pie. We admit to feeling a little nostalgic as we sat down on the lake edge indulging in hot pies and sausage rolls – what a way to end a fabulous trip!