Follow our Canadian adventure as it unfolds — from our first steps in Toronto through to Quebec and onto the open road.
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From York to Toronto — High Rises, High Hopes & a Few Mixed Feelings
With High Expectations… We arrived back in Toronto again and headed out for food. After having a browse, we hit Jack’s for something simple. We were surprised to find ourselves in a huge square with massive advertising boards shining down from the buildings surrounding us. This was Sankofa Square and it was quite spectacular, reminding…
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A View Like No Other
We touched down in what felt like our hub city, Toronto, around 7.15. By the time we made it to our hotel, time was ticking on and Helen had already done the research for food. It just had to be pizza and apparently, you’ll struggle to get a better pizza in Toronto than J’Zs, which…
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Québec Road Trip ~ From River to Forest to the Sea & Everything in Between
Tadoussac to Matane Leaving Tadoussac, the scenery started to change again. We’d had the wilderness of the Saguenay region, but now we were following the St Lawrence river and the sheer size of the water really started to hit you. It doesn’t look like a river anymore — it’s more like the sea. The journey…
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In Search of Beluga — Alma to Tadoussac
Leaving Alma, we headed south toward Saguenay, the first stage of our Tadoussac journey on the 170. Fuelling up our quarter-full tank cost only £32. Seriously, that is like half price back home..! We arrived at Saguenay. It was overcast and chilly and, to be honest, so was Saguenay. There was little to see, so…
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Lake St Jean — Rapids, Teepees & a Chill in the Air
Driving in Canada is dead easy. The roads go straight, really straight, straight for miles and miles and miles… Well, I say driving is easy, but of course you drive on the right and sit on the left, that’s just alien. It’s bonkers. You feel unnatural. Then there is the bright yellow middle line, you…
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Québec — A City of Cobblestones, Castles & Character
Arriving in Québec after the sun had set meant one thing — food was required. Heading out of the station, the first thing that hit us was the illuminated fountain. First impressions hit hard, Québec felt different… Arriving at the hotel fifteen minutes later, we were stumped. Arghhh, not quite the facilities we thought… With…
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Montreal — Big City, Big Steps & Going Underground!
It was almost dusk as we rocked up at our hotel in Montreal. The sunset just missed as we made our way from central station; missed because the buildings here are huge, such a contrast to Ottawa. The only thing really on our mind was food, so we set about trying to locate somewhere not…
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Old Buildings, Oodles of Ales & Oh, Those Ottawa Legs!
We arrived in Ottawa early evening on Tuesday, a relatively easy journey of around four and a half hours by train. We wandered down the road to find the hotel. Our room was a suite and spacious to say the least, offering not only a huge TV but also a desktop PC with speakers and…
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Toronto Part 1
The time difference had other ideas about sleeping, so it was a very early awakening. To be fair, the early wake-up did leave us feeling surprisingly refreshed. Looking out, the highrises left us with no doubt we were in Canada, national flags flying proudly everywhere you looked. So, what do you do when you’re awake…
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Barnoldswick to Toronto
It was a bit of a damp start as we made our way over the back road, leaving Barlick behind. We were grateful for the lift from Aimee, it seems to have become something of a tradition, her dropping us off as we begin one of our adventures. A slow train from Nelson, calling at…
