We were off like a herd of turtles in a storm of thunder … well, not really. This trip is unlike any other I’ve ever taken, and not only because I’m traveling with my mom, who at 89 (and ¾) years old is a little less spry than she was at 30). Frankly I was never that interested in a long train ride, having spent my share of time on the Long Island Railroad, and with a second class student rail pass in Europe. But if Mom wanted to go, I’d go. As it turns out, it’s incredible!
We arrived in Toronto with a number of hours to spare, hoping to take a ½ day tour of the city. Well that didn’t exactly work out, but we did have quite a long and scenic tour of the airport in trying to find a tour desk to book said city tour. We did eventually find that you can take an express bus into Toronto, right to Union Station, for about $26 – very comfortable and a good savings from the cost of a taxi (about $50). At the station we checked our bags in with a porter – and there’s no receipt. You just give your bags to the porter and in a blind leap of faith believe that they will be delivered to your cabin. I was skeptical. The porter said “trust me, I promise you they’ll be there”. Trust him? I’ve never met this kid, I’ll probably never see him again, and I’m supposed to TRUST him? We’d just seen three men about his age enter the airport in cuff links and under armed guard – being deported. Why should I believe this guy? What if I never see my brand new knee socks again?
It came down to either belief in a complete stranger or rolling two large suitcases behind me, and my mother in a wheelchair in front of me, while carrying a laptop and an overnight bag on my shoulder. Try this yourself, you will either lose your suitcase or your mother, a tough decision to make.
The Royal York hotel, right across from the station is a lovely place to stay if you want to come in a day early. We went and had a light lunch of carrot-ginger soup. The Royal York grows all its own vegetables on the roof! I couldn’t believe it – but there’s even a tour of the rooftop gardens. We missed it, but if they give a tour then I guess they’re not lying. How do they do that in winter? Greenhouses?
The “Canadian” (name of the train across Canada) passengers have a comfortable lounge in which they can wait for the train. Coffee, tea, juices, water and sodas are free. They have wi-fi, there are newspapers and a television (mostly hockey – this IS Canada).
To my utter relief the suitcases were in our cabin, but it wasn’t easy to get around them. I don’t recommend this for larger (girth wise) people. The cabin has a little sink and a separate toilet, shared shower is down the hall. There’s about 14” of space between the beds and the afore mentioned sink. The “closet” is about 8” wide. No drawers. A little storage shelf up top. I flipped mom for the bottom bunk and I guess I lost because I’ve got the top one. I think that was going to happen anyway.
Maneuvering is tricky, but we’re managing. I recommend packing light for anyone planning to do this trip – there’s really not much room for any luggage. It’s easier if only one person tries to get changed at a time instead of sharing the space. But it’s cozy – and certainly friendly.
Let’s go back to the trust issue – you can’t lock the door when you leave your cabin. The hall porter’s explanation was that they didn’t have enough keys. That sounds a little lame but it was the best we were going to get. No high-tech programmed key cards here.
Weird souvenir of the day: I’m going to have to disappoint you here. No souvenir, but there is a grown man on the train traveling with his doll. No joke. It sits across from him at meals. About a 3’ rag doll. I was going to get a picture today but I saw him getting off the train – carrying the doll in a blanket. I did not make this up.
The best (or worst) thing so far … there’s no internet on the train. I have clients trying to reach me to book, I have clients who want to re-fare their booking. There’s just nothing I can do. No cell phone coverage, no internet. Nothin’.
Was planning to send this in Winnipeg, but turns out we didn't have wi-fi available on the train, only in the station, so had to wait until Jasper. Stay tuned. More to come. .
Choo choo … chugga chugga, … choo choo!!