It was dark by the time I was finished with the border crossing. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to see the part of Canada I was traveling through. The first thing I saw was a great big Tim Horton's billboard. I started counting firsts... first Canadian beer store (called "The Beer Store"), first Canadian dairy store (called "The Milk Store"). I think the U.S. could learn a lot from Canada about being succinct and to the point.

On the way to Orillia from the train station, we stopped at a Tim Horton's. It was not a proper Tim Horton's. I guess it was a sort of bastard Tim Horton's. I had a croissant, and flattop had something that looked like a scone. He called it something else, but I don't remember what.

Orillia has many great sights to see. We checked most of them out at about 2:00 in the morning. flattop said I could probably get a dancing gig at the Atherley Arms while I was in town. We saw maybe four out of the six or eight Tim Horton's in town. Rhombo's was a sight to behold. The McGill man was very friendly. We spent fifteen minutes or so waving back and forth to each other, he and I. He didn't say much. Strong silent type, I guess...