Where's the carbs?
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The next day (thursday) E took me out to breakfast at the Lone wolf. I had ‚Äėwhere‚Äôs the carbs?‚Äô (a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon) and as I like toast with my scrambled egg, I ordered a side to accompany it. The minutes passed and we chatted away about E‚Äôs recent article in the gazette and my sudden return to the UK. The waitress returned and slid the plate in front of me, proudly exclaiming to all who would hear ‚Äúwhere‚Äôs the carbs? with a side of carbs.‚ÄĚ After breakfast I hit the road. My route took me south, and then along the New York Turnpike all the way up to run west, just south of Lake Ontario.
I stopped a few times to make chicken noodle soup (the choice food of all long distance adventurers such as myself). One stop took me to a road side lay-by with no loos. Another vehicle stopped near to me and the large bearded driver set his seat back for a snooze. Daja vu caught me and I recall a very similar bearded driver stopping at a Walmart in New Brunswick and snoozing there too.
Having evaded capture once again, our hero fled north to the border at Niagara falls, a deft flash of his Citizen card to the border control and he was back safe in Canada.
The first thing was to re-fuel properly now that I had access to proper fuel pumps where you can fill up and THEN pay. America you are too paranoid, but you have cheap fuel so I‚Äôll let you off this time. Just this once mind, and I don‚Äôt want to hear about it again.
With what seemed like minutes to spare until the shop shut I raced over to the town of Niagara on the lake where the best fudge shop in the world touts its wares. I parked up and speed walked down the high street, overtaking the pondering tourists and sending them fleeing into gift shops in my wake.
I queued behind a few people at the Maple leaf fudge shop and counted on my fingers the quantity of fudge I would need. I was observed by the lady behind the counter and when she had finished with her customers she said
‚ÄúYou must have reached 24 by now‚ÄĚ
‚Äúer (I paused for effect) yes that sounds about right‚ÄĚ
‚Äúare you serious?‚ÄĚ
‚Äúwell, how many flavours do you have‚ÄĚ
‚Äúthen I‚Äôll have one of each‚ÄĚ
The two ladies who run the shop stopped aghast and their jaws dropped. Before I had time to change my mind, they set about wrapping and labelling each flavour into a box. I chatted to them while they packed, saying that the fudge was for my friends back in England and that we had just lost one of our closest chums. All in I spent $100 on fudge and it made their day!
Back on the road I made it up to my Sister‚Äôs place in another hour or so. I filled K & D in on my latest adventures and went to bed.