It started in a hostel. Or perhaps a budget hotel. A misguided gesture of love – my boyfriend at the time doing the laundry for me. It became an unequal disaster. Two passports in a jean pocket. One pair of jeans in the laundry. One new passport just a little damp around the edges. The other passport, my passport, devoid of all information.
No fancy, shimmering holograph design. Nothing other than a blank burgundy shell as proof that Her Majesty and Her Government had ever vouched for my safe passage from harbour to harbour in an ever-changing world.
Just hours before my homeward flight.
That was then. Back before 911. This is now.
Now I’m about to head off on a work trip to discover the luxury side of Toronto. Now I have friends there (so the passport dissolving disaster would have been a little less dramatic.) Now I’m travelling with friends, hand grown from seed from the original title of colleagues.
Now, I’m travelling through Toronto in luxury.
I wonder how she’s changed. Perhaps, like me, she looks exactly the same, having gained nothing but wisdom and experience over the years with barely a wrinkle in sight.
Or perhaps, I’ll see something different.
In any case, I’m excited. Like Mexico earlier this year, there’s something intriguing about meeting a former flame, a kind of (if we had them in the UK) high school reunion.
In the meantime, enjoy these photos from talented folk who have visited more recently. And drop any advice, tips or tricks you happen to know about the place into the comment boxes below…
And, as-they-say-absolutely-nowhere-but-it-sounded-like-it-would-be-fun-to-give-it-a-whirl, see you at the Shangri-La! ;-)
Don’t go just yet!
But wait, I hear you cry! How did you get home without a passport? Well, as it turned out, Air Canada wasn’t too bothered, muttering something along the lines of “well, if you get refused entry you’ll have to pay the return airfare.” On my return to London, though I faced some pretty tough questioning.
Them: “Are you from here?”
Them: “Well, go on then.”
As I said. Pre-911.
Disclosure – Perhaps it’s because I’m writing about a trip to Toronto that took place so long ago that when I use the word disclosure I’m reminded of that film involving Michael Douglas and Demi Moore huffing and puffing and panting and scheming in Seattle. But that’s not what I’m on about here.
The real disclosure: this trip has come about thanks to iAmbassador, the Canadian Tourism Commission, Tourism Toronto and the Shangri-La Toronto. I will be writing about whatever I want, regardless of what happens, as usual, as always. Even if that includes lost passports and a sweaty Michael Douglas.
You have been warned.
Cheers. Over and out. (OR “oot” if I’m feeling cheeky :-) )
Do you have any luxury recommendations for travel in Toronto?
Top photo credit from Cristina - www.thetravolution.com