I love long journeys, especially ones over land where you have space to move around and occasionally can get off for some fresh air. If things gets boring I tend to just sleep. When I got my ticket from the ticket office, I checked it over. The ticket cost me a total of $188.32 for the cheapest Greyhound service. I was curious as to how many stops we would be having going such a long distance, so I looked at the itinerary. There were nineteen stops, not including the ones where it is simply for people to get on and/or off. The short layovers were of fifteen minutes, some of the longer ones stretched to over an hour and a half. The stopover in Winnipeg was for four hours and forty minutes. Very long indeed, don't know how I would be able to handle it after being on a bus for two days. Some of the place names made me laugh, there was a place called 'Thunder Bay' and another called 'Swift Current' and the best has to be a place called 'Medicine Hat'. I was very curious as to what these places would actually be like. The bus itself was actually a coach, not a bus. It was quite an old coach, not like the one I took in the states, it was looking doubtful that there would actually be power on it, let alone WiFi. The coach even had one of those massive trailers attached, there must have been a shed load of luggage to need one of those. I got on the bus, took my seat, away from the toilet enough as not to get a whiff of it every time the door opened. After all, I was going to be on this bus for three days and I didn't want the smell of piss and shit wafted all over me. We were off, bye bye Toronto, hello open road. It wasn't until a few hours when we were finally out of the city and suburbs and onto the open road. In those hours all I could see out of the windows were house, big buildings and the free way. There wasn't much going on so I watched a film on my laptop whilst it still had some battery life in it. Once my battery had run out, I had no choice but to read, listen to music and sleep. It was gradually getting darker as the sun started to set. In the distance I could see what looked like the beginnings of the great lakes. The ones I could see weren't great in any way, they were tiny but at least they were beautiful to look at. It was a sign that we were now heading right into the great lakes. Sudbury was the first main stop and it was where I could see the lakes beginning. Every way I looked out of the windows I could see lake after lake after lake, everywhere. On a map, the whole area surrounding Toronto is full of lakes, on the ground they can't be seen as easy. Once we headed out of Sudbury towards the next stops, I could see on my left a massive lake, I mean really big, so big that you can't see any edges apart from the one closest to you. It was a hell of a lot bigger than Lake Titicaca that I went to in Bolivia/Peru. The lake turned out to be Lake Superior, the largest lake in the world. That would explain why it looked so big, it was! It was getting to dark to see anything now, all I could see were the lights of oncoming cars every so often. I slept. When I woke up in the morning I had one of the best sights that I have ever seen. As the sun began to come up, all round was mist. There was this really dense fog floating up form the lakes, it was utterly breathtaking. It had very eerie yet sublimely beautiful feel to it. I will have this image of waking up in the mists of the great lakes forever. I didn't take any photographs for some reason, which was silly of me as I have no visual documentation of it. All I have are my memories permanently locked in the unbreakable safe of my mind, and what I can write about it. I would loved to have just stayed there all day watching the sun slowly dissipate the mist.