We were in Toronto, on our first trip to Canada, almost exactly a year ago. In the meanwhile some of the snaps have understandably turned sepia, or black and white. The little boy (my nephew) we went to meet is taller and leaner, though adorable as ever. Toronto summers seem to have gotten worse by this year with the heat-waves and flooding. In more personal concerns, however, one may have worried embarrassingly more about emergent grey hair in the meanwhile, than about global warming.
Before I prattle on further about global warming or grey hair, or pictures turned sepia, or how this was not really a touristy trip, please behold the grandiosity that is the Niagara Falls, no filters needed:
In spite of the heat, and in spite of the crowds, it is hard not to be awed by the sheer splendour of the Falls.
Toronto is also filled with many beaches, hikes and trails, a harbour and a very lively life ‘downtown’.
Among the most eventful trips was to Blue Mountains. It is a nice day trip, with a European-style town opening into hiking, climbing trails, and cable car rides leading to panoramic views.
The picture above of the signpost seems innocuous and simple. The relatively short but steep hike up to the hilltop along the ‘Memory lane’ however created memories which I think all the three gentlemen I was hiking with, may prefer I do not recount. Perhaps in some years they may be laughing at their unique shenanigans. I already am.
The most part of our trip, however, is not captured in the pictures. It was much more about the times at home, times in the playground, family time, time with friends, leisurely strolls, long car rides… Distances are large in Canada. It takes a long time to get to anywhere (compared to Europe), but it takes no time to feel at home especially if you are from South Asia. You run into your language, your clothes, your food, almost the moment you step into the street.
Oh, and not to forget to mention, all the time spent staring at the sky…
