Canada 401 and Highway 3

Picture of the bike waiting to go over the Ambassador Bridge into Canada, Monday 26 July, 10.53pm. I reached Detroit by 10pm and didn't feel tired. I had not managed to get hold of Jenny Hocking's brother so I just carried on into the night. Canada 401 all the way to Toronto if I wanted. I reached the bridge to ZZ Top- 'Sharp Dressed Man'. (apt?- have you seen my yellow water proof?!) Customs was unexpectedly simple. 'Passport please...' followed by 'Are you carrying any weapons into Canada?' I laughed nervously 'No' and that was it. Sounds for the bridge crossing turned into Thin Lizzy 'The Boys are back in town' and then Stairway to Heaven. I alone on the bridge with about 10 artic lorries. Like a goldfish swimming with sharks. An hour into Canada took me to a place south west of London, Ontario -cheap motel and a patchy night's sleep. Then for a bit of scenery- Highway 3.



Stopped for lunch in classic outback petrol stop (steak sandwich, mash, pot of tea, 10 Bic razors and a local map all for 6 quid) and then headed back to 401 and Oakville (via a Harley Davidson store for some browsing).