Welcome to Erie, Pennsylvania famous for (well nothing much actually). It was a booming place in the 1700s but tanked in the 1960s and 70s and never really recovered. Today it’s got a regenerated harbour area for posh yacht owners and visitors and a super conference complex. But, the views of the lake are ace and the hotel great. It’s also got a really fab infinity pool which we just had to test out

This is the south side of Lake Erie, so by the time we have finished our tour we will have nearly travelled the whole edge of the lake.

I’ve just watched the sunset, now watching a storm come in over the water.

Mr Fogg is fast asleep after our 4 hr 120 mile ride today. Tomorrow it’s another long one too and getting closer to the end of the holiday. Boo!

Time for a drubbing under Niagara Falls. awesome

Welcome to what can only be described as CasVegas, Reno or Blackpool by the sea. A beautiful ride up from Port Stanley with amazing scenery and an almighty drubbing as we rode a thunderstorm, to arrive in what can only be described as a shit hole of neon, arcades, hooker touts (same as Vegas where they hand out cards of local girls) and loud Americans. And as you drive into the city you drive through a town called “Grimsby” (I kid you not)

The falls are spectacular, such a shame the surrounding area is so tacky.

The Falls

The Maid of the Mist (we’re off on that tomorrow, we’ll the Canadian version anyway)

And this is the queue to get into the US (whereas we sailed through from the US to Canada in less than 5 minutes, it’s a 2 hour queue back into the US)

So in the last week we have driven Chicago to Milwaukee, Milwaukee to Muskegon, Muskegon to Lowell, Lowell to Port Huron, Port Huron to Port Stanley and now Port Stanley to Niagara. Total mileage 625 miles on a trike, with my biker babe on the back.

A wonderful day spent in Port Stanley (the ole fart town).

Nice food and sunsets with a Womble on the beach

J’arrive.

Bonjour and welcome to what can only be described as Llangynog in the 1800s! Port Stanley where there are no rocking chairs on the porch, only High comfy care hone chairs.

Tells you something about the place when there are two lanes for traffic, one for cars and one for motorised wheelchairs

Apparently it picks up tomorrow when the “youngsters” arrive (presumably people in their late 60’s)

The little cafe we stepped into actually has a bowl on each table to hold your false set while you suck your soup!