James F
Hyper Poster
I had 56 Hours.
Just over two days to spend in a region over 3000 miles away. What was originally planned as a short hop to Germany somehow manifested into a transatlantic trek. If there wasn't an element of stupidity evolved then it just wouldn't be me, so on top of that I had the bright idea to connect flights though an online booking agent to save money ... we'll see how that goes ...
The Itinerary
Day 1: Travel & Toronto Sightseeing
Day 2: Canada's Wonderland
Day 3:Canada's Wonderland Niagara Falls & Fly back
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The day started out in where else but Manchester Airport. Any recent visitor will know how convoluted MAN currently is with terminal 1 being closed off, but yet terminal 3 now needs to be accessed through it leading to a faffy walk from security to the gates.
There was some pressure for my Ryanair flight to Dublin to be on time, while I had two and half hours to connect for my following flight to Toronto, any major hiccups and the whole trip would be screwed as I was flying with a different airline.
Fortunately morning flights, especially Ryanair morning flights to Dublin are punctual and while there was a slight boarding delay of 15 minutes, I got to Dublin with plenty of time to spare.

Connecting via Dublin is pretty straight forward, thankfully Ireland is not a Schengen Member and is also a common travel area for the UK, so while there is a passport control area to get through, I could use the machines and I was through within a couple of minutes.
Another fortunate thing was that my onward flight was also in the same terminal, the only downside of this was that I had to trek all the way back down the pier gates where I had arrived, which was 10 minute walk from the rest of the airport.
My flights to and from Toronto where with Airtransat, an airline I have never heard of until booking this trip. I was a little concerned about how bearable over 7 hours on a narrowbody would feel, but in all honesty it wasn't that bad.

I arrived in a foggy and rainy Toronto, the flight didn't feel that long considering the distance.
Going through Toronto Pearson Airport was painful. It might be the most disorganised immigration area I have come across. The first thing I had to do is queue for a machine, answer security questions on said machine, then proceed to a second queue (which you have to go back on yourself) - at the end of this second queue I was asked more questions, then after that I was sent into a third queue for passport control. I am not sure why but I was taken a little off guard when the agent were asking why I was taking such a short trip, which to be fair is a good question as most people in their right mind wouldn't spend only 3 days across an ocean for leisure.
I'll be honest my first impressions of Toronto weren't great. I think most of this was due to the poor weather as the whole environment just looked grim. I was also worried that my visit to the CN Tower would be ruined as the clouds were so low that I couldn't see 200ft above me let alone over 1000ft.


As I was starving at this point, so I went to Beavertails by the harbour. The poutine came highly recommended by my sister who visited last year. While this place is a fast food joint and I am not expecting it to be too interesting , there was absolutely zero atmosphere in here despite the amount of people around. I asked for a coke zero and they said they don't have any Coke or Pepsi ... it was at this point I wondered what third world country I had come to.

The pountine itself was decent but a bit overhyped, there's not enough gravy for my liking, but as with my trip to the US last year I recognise that the bacon is better here in North America.
The clouds had now lifted and my mood was becoming more positive. As I had time to kill before my timed ticket to the CT Tower I decided to take a walk
and briefly take in some of the sights of downtown.






I was so relieved that the clouds had cleared. Once the weather had turned pleasant I could see what a vibrant place Toronto is and I begun to like the place despite what I said earlier.
The time had arrived for today's main event, the CN Tower. I had booked in advance and the admission price was less than I expected at 48 CAD (about £25) which I thought was pretty reasonable. I thought the place might be rammed with tourists especially with the World Cup partly taking place in Toronto, but to my surprise it was fairly quiet. Once the lift doors closed my brain reminded me that I don't like lifts, it's not the heights it's more the claustrophobia. After a zippy ear-popping ride up to the top I could walked up to the nearest windows, took in the views and I took way too many pictures.



One of my favourite things about these observation towers are the inclusion of a glass floor area, it really freaks people out.
At least if you fall here you could land in the shark tank.
It brought my mind back to the latest Final Destination film.

The CN Tower was definitely worth doing. I regretted not being able to fit the Top of the Rockefeller into my short stay in New York last year, so this made up for it somewhat.
What started out as a rather miserable afternoon turned into a pleasant evening, but as it was now 1.30 am back at home I was ready to get the train and Uber and head back to my hotel in Woodbine (near the airport)


After Uber not being able to recognise the station as a pick up address I had to stand outside a back alley of a baptist church ... this feels familiar.
Just over two days to spend in a region over 3000 miles away. What was originally planned as a short hop to Germany somehow manifested into a transatlantic trek. If there wasn't an element of stupidity evolved then it just wouldn't be me, so on top of that I had the bright idea to connect flights though an online booking agent to save money ... we'll see how that goes ...
The Itinerary
Day 1: Travel & Toronto Sightseeing
Day 2: Canada's Wonderland
Day 3:
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The day started out in where else but Manchester Airport. Any recent visitor will know how convoluted MAN currently is with terminal 1 being closed off, but yet terminal 3 now needs to be accessed through it leading to a faffy walk from security to the gates.
There was some pressure for my Ryanair flight to Dublin to be on time, while I had two and half hours to connect for my following flight to Toronto, any major hiccups and the whole trip would be screwed as I was flying with a different airline.
Fortunately morning flights, especially Ryanair morning flights to Dublin are punctual and while there was a slight boarding delay of 15 minutes, I got to Dublin with plenty of time to spare.

Connecting via Dublin is pretty straight forward, thankfully Ireland is not a Schengen Member and is also a common travel area for the UK, so while there is a passport control area to get through, I could use the machines and I was through within a couple of minutes.
Another fortunate thing was that my onward flight was also in the same terminal, the only downside of this was that I had to trek all the way back down the pier gates where I had arrived, which was 10 minute walk from the rest of the airport.
My flights to and from Toronto where with Airtransat, an airline I have never heard of until booking this trip. I was a little concerned about how bearable over 7 hours on a narrowbody would feel, but in all honesty it wasn't that bad.

I arrived in a foggy and rainy Toronto, the flight didn't feel that long considering the distance.
Going through Toronto Pearson Airport was painful. It might be the most disorganised immigration area I have come across. The first thing I had to do is queue for a machine, answer security questions on said machine, then proceed to a second queue (which you have to go back on yourself) - at the end of this second queue I was asked more questions, then after that I was sent into a third queue for passport control. I am not sure why but I was taken a little off guard when the agent were asking why I was taking such a short trip, which to be fair is a good question as most people in their right mind wouldn't spend only 3 days across an ocean for leisure.
I'll be honest my first impressions of Toronto weren't great. I think most of this was due to the poor weather as the whole environment just looked grim. I was also worried that my visit to the CN Tower would be ruined as the clouds were so low that I couldn't see 200ft above me let alone over 1000ft.


As I was starving at this point, so I went to Beavertails by the harbour. The poutine came highly recommended by my sister who visited last year. While this place is a fast food joint and I am not expecting it to be too interesting , there was absolutely zero atmosphere in here despite the amount of people around. I asked for a coke zero and they said they don't have any Coke or Pepsi ... it was at this point I wondered what third world country I had come to.

The pountine itself was decent but a bit overhyped, there's not enough gravy for my liking, but as with my trip to the US last year I recognise that the bacon is better here in North America.
The clouds had now lifted and my mood was becoming more positive. As I had time to kill before my timed ticket to the CT Tower I decided to take a walk
and briefly take in some of the sights of downtown.






I was so relieved that the clouds had cleared. Once the weather had turned pleasant I could see what a vibrant place Toronto is and I begun to like the place despite what I said earlier.
The time had arrived for today's main event, the CN Tower. I had booked in advance and the admission price was less than I expected at 48 CAD (about £25) which I thought was pretty reasonable. I thought the place might be rammed with tourists especially with the World Cup partly taking place in Toronto, but to my surprise it was fairly quiet. Once the lift doors closed my brain reminded me that I don't like lifts, it's not the heights it's more the claustrophobia. After a zippy ear-popping ride up to the top I could walked up to the nearest windows, took in the views and I took way too many pictures.



One of my favourite things about these observation towers are the inclusion of a glass floor area, it really freaks people out.
At least if you fall here you could land in the shark tank.
It brought my mind back to the latest Final Destination film.

The CN Tower was definitely worth doing. I regretted not being able to fit the Top of the Rockefeller into my short stay in New York last year, so this made up for it somewhat.
What started out as a rather miserable afternoon turned into a pleasant evening, but as it was now 1.30 am back at home I was ready to get the train and Uber and head back to my hotel in Woodbine (near the airport)


After Uber not being able to recognise the station as a pick up address I had to stand outside a back alley of a baptist church ... this feels familiar.
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