March 21, 2005.
Geoff and I loaded up his car with all kinds of travel goodies and started out. Goodbye Ohio!
Two hours later:
Geoff stopped his driving shift and I took over. He promptly fell asleep and I discovered the joys of driving in Detroit rush hour.
A few more hours later:
We reach the Ambassador bridge and the Canadian/US customs gates. Photo ID and either your passport or birth certificate are required. Geoff and I both reach for our identification but I can’t find my drivers license. We reach the customs official and I still can’t find my drivers license. I have my photo ID from school, so I hand that off to her.
Customs official: “No drivers license?”
Me: “Well, I have one but I just can’t seem to find it….”
Geoff: “Is that a problem?”
Customs official: “Only if you get pulled over outside of the country driving a car without it.”
Me: “Oh…” Duh.
After we crossed the bridge, we checked into our beautiful room at the holiday Inn Select. The sweet hotel that it is managed to put us in the same room that we stayed in last time we visited Windsor. We had our little refrigerator and microwave, our view overlooking the city, and we finally managed to figure out how the jets worked in the bathtub. After we settled into our room we went out to do a little shopping, (I got chocolate covered raisins!) then we went to the riverfront for a walk.
Hello Detroit from Canada:
Hello Casino that we didn’t visit because neither of us gamble:
Hello cold Kayt:
Later that night:
After a very enjoyable walk/jog, it was time to flex our swimming muscles.
We had picked up some swimming goggles at a dollar store earlier, but after our first try it was apparent that they were in juniors sizes.
March 22, 2005.
Our second day in Canada.
We needed to explore the city.
A little sleazy cabaret:
A little lick:
The nut house:
A really pretty picture Geoff took:
The river front again:
After we explored the city, we were frozen little Popsicles, so it was time to boil in the hot tub… with our new goggles!
March 23, 2005.
That’s all I can say. It snowed all day so we stuck to the mall and the hot tub.
March 24, 2005.
Time to go home.
Good morning Geoff:
This time at customs, Geoff drove us through because I still didn’t have my drivers licence, and US customs people are generally asses. The guy we had was pretty nice though. Refered to Michigan as a hell hole.
Hello and goodbye customs:
Hello Ambassador bridge:
Still in the car: