Two soakings in one day.

Onwards to the main event - a close call appointment with the falls and by all accounts something of a soaking. Tickets had been bought online so at least one potential for queuing had been eliminated. As it transpired a combination of a ruthless military operation and a relatively quiet day meant it was straight through to the boat but you could see how big the queues could be - snaking down to the quay was endless screens looping what was about to come. Ponchos were handed out - on a hot day, was it really needed. Pocketed it for the moment & that moment hit just as soon as we made it to the smaller American falls. As for the Horseshoe Falls - it was one heck of a soaking - good fun, nice and cooling. Good test of whether the phone is waterproof. And as for the photos - definitely pot-luck. Headed back to the hotel via the Rainbow Bridge - the bridge between Canada & the USA. Turns out, if you want to go on the bridge you need your passport & be prepared to leave Canada officially & the queue to re-enter was pretty massive. Opted to sample the 'joys' of Clifton Hill - all the charm & class of Blackpool or Vegas. From one of the most beautiful sights to one of the most tacky. Nice and dry by the time we got to the hotel - planned to relax & have a takeaway before heading back at night for the fireworks and lights. First sampling of Poutine - had to endure more stupidity at the takeaway - Poutine without the gravy - that's chips. On the way out noticed that there was a weather warning for thunderstorms in the next hour. Got outside to find that was out of date. Liz opted out. Smart. I did not. By the time I was at the promenade it was torrential. Got some photos of the lit up falls and called it a day. Wetter than the falls.Read more