It was a foggy day in Toronto which created a very special atmosphere, with the scycrapers fading out into the mist.
Old Toronto and the Old Whiskey Distillery.
The waterfront.
On my way to Richmond Hill to meet the Dorsts.
Richmond Hill in the suburbs of Toronto.
With Patricia and her daughter Marianne we met at the Toronto Pearson International Airport.
We flew on the same flight from Paris and after Patricia spotted my helmet we exchanged email addresses as she and her husband are avid bikers.
After emailing me a couple of hints and tips about destinations and sight seeings in Canada, Patricia eventually emailed me an invitation to stay at their family house in Richmond hill.
I spent two nights at Dorst's place and I have to say that their hospitality was very important for me to recover from minor jet lag, recharge my batteries ,plan my trip (co-authored with Patricia) and have some fun with the family.
John on his Yamaha, Keyse, Patricia, me and Marianne. John accompanied me up to Wiarton in Bruce Peninsula on my way to Tobermory.
Very kind of him to introduce me into the Canadian Highways.
So long Patricia,John and Marianne up until our next meeting.
Soundtrack: Neil Young, From Hank to Hendrix
