There's a lot to do in Niagra so we opted to stay another night. This should be easy with the hotel just saying ok and taking our money but instead they wanted to charge us a fortune so whilst arguing with them we got the iPad out at reception and booked online for half the price. Ridiculous. One bonus however was that the receptionist liked Mark's "bad mother fucker" wallet and gave us free parking.
It was then waffle time so we went to IHOP again, which wasn't hard as every 3rd building is an IHOP here. We put fruit syrup on our waffles in an attempt to make them healthy and then didn't feel guilty about consuming the fried bacon, eggs and giant waffles.
Following breakie we went back to Skylon tower as we had free tickets for a return day time visit. The views are still impressive, Mark thinks Tommo would be proud of the number of pano's he's taken.
We then walked around the edge of the falls and got rained on by the spray as the wind changed direction to follow us wherever we went. There is a shipwreck at the top of the falls which has been there nearly 100 years which makes it just about the oldest thing in North America apart from Joan Rivers (too soon?).
We were attacked by chipmunks.
We had a special event lined up for the afternoon, jet boating. 1500 up of goodness which would take us up the Rapids and into a whirlpool.
We got there early and were soon joined by a million Japanese tourists who seemed to have a waterproof outfit fascination as some wore four layers.
We boarded the boat and managed to get a front seat, the tour guide told us we were a little suicidal, but how often do you get to go on a jet boat, right? We set out and after a few minutes we were flying up the river at ridiculous speeds before doing the boat equivalent of hand brake turns.
After that we negotiated some class 5 Rapids which were pretty fierce. The Rapids were called Devils Hole and after going through we'd have been drier if we'd jumped in the river. Martin was told off by the tour guide for trying to ride them one handed like he was riding a bull and then also told off by the lady behind him for not blocking enough of the water that got thrown into her face.
We then arrived at the whirlpool which wasn't so impressive to look at but it had quite a current and could hold you underwater for about a week so we opted not to swim there.
We headed back then, going faster this time as we were going down river and changed into some dry clothes.
On the route back to the hotel, the satnav took us the oddest route via every roadworks in Canadia and we were told off once again for speeding through the off-road section of these.
After a quick break, we heading to the karting place, it was a long circuit but we only had nine laps no were given 9 tickets, the guy only took one ticket off us so we were a bit confused, anyway.
Back home when you go karting you have a 15 min safety briefing, a full face helmet and strict marshals. Here thre was no briefing, a tin foil open faced helmet and the marshals went for a pint. The cars were actual formula one cars, we know this as they had Formula 1 written on the side, and there's no way Bernie would allow this if it wasn't true. We were on track with 7 Americans and promptly opened a six pack of whoop ass on them. By the end of5 the he first lap we'd overtaken about five when the race came to a halt. It turns out that you have to stop each lap to hand over one if your tickets. Odd.
Anyway, we carried on and decimated the rest of the field as I don't think they knew how to turn right before today. Mark was sure to use the full bumpers on the car and rammed one guy so hard that fuel came flying out.
Patter karting we went out for dinner, we had a voucher for TGI Fridays so went there and had some awesome chicken followed by a burger. Om nom nom. Mark then forgot to use the voucher so we had to do some tricks which involved tip fraud and lots of running.
The waiter had given us directions to where the good bars were and we completely failed to find them. So we found a bar which had a live singer covering the Eagles worst hits. We would have said something but we wasn't sure if the singer was male or female.
We may have accidently offended the barmaid is this place by politely asking where the good bars were but she was a good egg and put us right.
We still failed to find the good bars but instead found a street full of Alton towers style fun things like ghost rides and arcades.
We had a couple more drinks in a place overlooking this street and had a very hyper waitress serve us who must have spent most of the night snorting speed prior to our arrival.
Tomorrow is the 100th blog entry, we're not sure how to celebrate this yet, maybe we'll buy ourselves a jet boat.
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