I’ve always been a bit weirded out by train stations not letting passengers onto a platform until last moment or not informing the passengers of what platform the train will be arriving at until it has already arrived. Arriving at Toronto Union Station I got in line with a pile of other people who were carefully led onto the platform after showing our boarding passes when the train arrived. Seeing the platform the controlled access to it made a bit sense, as it was wasn’t raised and you were looking straight into the wheels of the train. The ride to Belleville was a pleasant less than 2 hours ride through the Canadian landscape.
On arrival it was a mere 40 minute walk in the blistering heat to get to the hotel where I checked in, settled in and left to have short walk into town and have a look around. A half an hour’s walk brought me into a town that felt almost dead – people were apparently not in a hurry getting out and about on a Friday afternoon. After having passed the marina and walked through a spot of green area I ended up in an Italian restaurant near the center, where their “garlic bread with mozzarella” should rather be sold as “bread with mozzarella with a clove of garlic next to it when toasted”.
The following day I had a short walk mid-day before getting picked up at 1430 by a bus – a school bus, even – to take us to Potter Winery where a friend of mine who I met on my trip to southern Africa in 2013 was getting married. The location was gorgeous, the weather likewise, and the wedding went without a hitch apart from the part where the now husband and wife got hitched. With excellent snacks, food, desserts and wines I’d consider it a very success evening. The company was pretty nice, too. The party ended at 2330 when the last bus departed.
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