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Canada Part 3 – Toronto

I don’t know what Toronto is. I don’t think it knows either. It’s a Canadian city – Canada’s biggest city – geographically lying below America’s most northern states, knocking at the door to come in out of the cold. It’s a part of the Commonwealth, yet inescapably American in everything from sport, music, television, ‘wing nights,’ old people clinging to the imperial system, left hand drive and – let’s be honest – accent.

The Rogers Centre and CN Tower at Christmas

The Rogers Centre and CN Tower at Christmas

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Canada Part 2 – Bus

Not to be confused with its Texan namesake of live music and university fame, Austin, Manitoba, is a town of 12,000 people in central Canada with an amateur radio museum and two grocery stores. And of all the places on the continent this is where our van sputtered to a lacklustre death. I’m sure Austin serves its purpose for the community but it wasn’t a place we wanted to linger while on a time limit. After a final night’s sleep in what was now Lynn’s rotting carcass we rose early the next day to evaluate our options.  Guiseppie, our hitchhiker, was particularly upset. He had only had two nights in Lynn and would now have to ride inter-city public transport like a common thug.

Portage La Prairie, Manitoba

Portage La Prairie, Manitoba

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Canada Part 1 – Lynn

She was 18-years-old but looked a lot older due to years of abuse and neglect and a lifetime spent enduring the elements, from being left outside in the snow and wind and rain in Canada’s sometimes hellish climate. She could take nine men at once, five of them if they wanted comfort.

We named her Lynn because she was wide, loud and rough, like a girl we used to know back home. A girl named Lynn. At $300 she was a steal, her only task was to carry us and our luggage 3,500 kilometres from Tofino, on Canada’s western coast, to Toronto, while doubling as our accommodation.

Lynn was a 1988 Chevy Suburban. She was a beautiful sky blue with some scratches and rust adding charm and character to her substantial frame. Inside were three wide bench seats and enough space in the back for unexpected guests.

 

Lynn having a rest

Lynn having a rest

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