Arriving in Toronto without a GPS
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I arrived in Toronto just after lunch; I had flown in from Frankfurt after I had left Copenhagen in the morning. The flight had went faster than I expected it would feel, and I kind of liked the 1 1/2 hour break in Frankfurt Airport, because it was short and the final leg didn’t feel to long.
I had been sitting at a window seat on 32nd row next to a nice guy from Syracuse, NY. He was married to a Czech woman and he had just been visiting her and her family in Czech Republic for a couple of weeks. His travel back so far had been a total nightmare of long connections and he had even missed one plane and was almost full day delayed. He was still in good mood and he even had 5 h stay in Toronto before his flight to Syracuse and driving from Toronto to Syracuse could easily be done in less than 4 hours.
I was in no hurry leaving the plane because I was at my final destination, so I took it easy and let all the other passengers leave before me. When I left the plane the Canadian Custom was greeting me with a severe check. I was taken out for further questioning and I passed after a couple of minutes of stress testing questions regarding my stay at Canadian soil. The immigration control was almost as bad as the one I experienced in Newark, NY and we were all standing in a line for more than 30 minutes; again I could not help measuring it and the line was close 500 meters when we stayed. When it became my turn it did not take that long to get the stamp in the pass, so I could move along in the process and could pick up my luggage down below.
I had rented a car in the airport by Hertz but when I came there they could not find my booking or let's say it was not prepared.
The car came without GPS with I had refused to pay for anyway because I found the price ridiculous expensive and I had therefore downloaded the entire map of USA and Canada on my Garmin GPS or so I thought.
I knew that I had booked the hotel close to the CN Tower and Bay Street seemed like a big street when I booked. I was following mostly by coincidence the awesome Queen Street until I bumped into Bay Street. The Marriot Toronto Down Town Hotel was huge and I drove into the parking area just at the main entrance. The same moment I parked a guy from the hotel asked me if I wanted a valet parking or I would use the self-service in the basement. I took the self-service because there was elevator going directly to their hotel.
Driving downstairs in the parking made me realize how big this hotel was; it was the largest hotel parking I seen in long time.
The room was really nice; I had received a corner room with windows on two sides, which made the room really bright. It was also fairly large given European standards; there was a nice sized closet to the left when I entered. Along the windows to Bay Street there was a nice large desk and a huge flat screen.
The bed was a king size that I looked forward to enjoy after my trip and the bathroom was okay in size and it had a tub that I rarely use because I prefer a shower unless I am really cold or tired.
My first choice was that I wanted to use the Internet and get some cold to drink. Much to my surprise there was not any minibar; more and more hotels seem to abandon that. I guess it gives a lot of administration and people cheat with them. I my case I was just damn disappointed because I had really looked forward to it because I was really thirsty.
I called the room service and ordered a couple of beer and some Pepsi’s and 15 minutes later they where brought to my room by a really friendly waiter. They were in a bucket of ice and they were just what I needed.
I had planned to meet Andrea on the first day of my stay, but I was so tired when I first looked at the bed after a couple of beers in the room.