Landing in Toronto and driving into downtown it looked as though Yaletown had gone and given birth to hundreds of offspring along the lake. The cab ride to the hotel was pretty steep (luckily it’s coming out of the tax payer’s pocket) and our hotel is actually rather lovely.
It’s “Monster Truck Jam” night at the Rogers Centre (aka the Skydome) and you can view all the action from our hotel lounge since it’s actually built into the side of the stadium.
Wireless in the hotel room works (thanks to John lending me the Airport), the king size bed looks inviting and the curtains are stapled to the wall. Looks like the only thing standing between downtown Toronto and my bare bum is a thin draping of sheer fabric.