I woke up to a mystical landscape passing by my window. It was made of water, stones, trees, and fog. Beautiful.
I had an early breakfast and from my place in the dome car I enjoyed the rising morning sun and how she painted the bypassing nature in warm colors.
Around lunchtime we arrived in Toronto. After a little wait, Rosinante was wheeled in unharmed. Always a little relief.
It was good to be out on the streets and in the saddle again. My first stop was Gears, a local bike shop that would help me packing up my bike for the flight. I checked if everything was ready and then went on to check in into my hotel.
After I had all paneers off my bike and in my room I brought Rosinante to the bike shop for disassembly and left her there. That was a funny feeling.
As a pedestrian, I went to do some touristy things, i.e. a two hour bus tour through downtown. Touring Toronto by bus was interesting with some really nice views. Especially the sky was great.
What struck me though in a negative way was the large amount of drug addicts wandering the streets like walking dead. Here the opioid crisis I had only heard about became very visible. They were all over the city and at times it was almost scary to walk past a group of them because they were so stoned and seemingly unpredictable.
I was back in the hotel by 7:30 PM and had dinner. Then I went into my room early.
