It doesn’t happen every day that I put my passport in a plastic bag and stick it in the back pocket of my cycling jersey. It was quite exciting today to cross the border of the USA to enter Canada. We had to take the ferry across the lake and walk with out bikes to the immigration office. The security man at the border was very nice, he even put a stamp on my passport. 🙂
Then we jumped back on our bikes and kept pedaling into Canada. Has the scenery changed? Not really, but something that I noticed was that as soon as we entered Canada it was quieter, on the roads and in the towns.