Fortunately for us, we were able to call on our good friend Mikey to show us around. The good man not only waited for us throughout the immigration process and luggage collection fiasco, but also drove us around the city, showed us the hotspots, answered millions of tiresome questions ranging from Canada's range of fizzy drinks (pop), to strange and wonderful vocabulary (gas, condo) but also provided very good (Canadian) company. Great to see you again, Mikey! Toronto has an arty and eclectic edginess, evident in the Queen West street area, which we really enjoyed. But after only 20 hours in the city it was back to the airport, where I spent my time engrossed in Canadian magazines and newspapers, trying to acclimatise to the media culture of the country. More pics up soon, promise!
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