I managed to get some pretty decent sleep in my car, I must’ve been more tired than I thought. With plenty of ground to cover I immediately took to the highway heading west. Soon I returned to an english speaking province as I entered Ontario.
I didn’t wanna deal with Toronto rush hour traffic so I decided I’d stop in Kingston for a few hours before continuing to Brantford. I drove down to the docks beside Canada’s oldest penitentiary that had closed it’s door several years ago and turned itself into a museum. Sadly the museum was closed at the time but I was still able to walk the shores that so many prisoners had longed to do. Hearing the waves and knowing freedom was so close must’ve been torturous for those incarcerated.
Having spent a few hours dawdling about I finally took to the roads once more. Avoiding the worst of Toronto traffic, I arrived in Brantford around midnight where my parents greeted me with a hug. I knew I’d made the right choice visiting them again and I soon dozed off in a comfy bed, quite the upgrade from a car seat!
