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Up at 6:30 and re-packed suitcases as his and hers. Had coffee
and buns and cookies for breakfast, and while doing a last check around the
room, I looked out across Grant Park, and there was a train going by, clearly
marked "Chicago and South Shore". So there are trains, but I never did find the
stations - if they are not a myth. We checked out and crossed S. Michigan Avenue
to the bus stop. A route 1 bus arrived as we did, so we boarded, and arrived
ridiculously early at Union Station - roads much clearer than during afternoon
rush hour - but this gave us time to look around and buy a sub, plus chips &
Kit-Kat for lunch.
Boarding is a two-stage process in Chicago:
you wait in the main lounge, then you're moved to the boarding lounge for a
particular train, and then you board. When the train left Union Station, I was
amused to find that I'd been close to the route on my rides on the El. And after
some miles, we were running alongside that same South Shore line that I'd been
trying to find in Chicago.
The first station was nearly three
hours later, in Michigan. After that, stops were fairly frequent until Port
Huron. There is a new tunnel from here under the St. Clair river, to Sarnia,
Ontario. But the train heads along the old track as though to enter the old
abandoned tunnel, and stops at the end of the track at the US Immigration post -
a shed - and waits. Then it backs up, switches to the new route, and goes
through the tunnel. Is this bizarre process to prevent people from stealing a
locomotive in Michigan and steaming straight through the tunnel into Canada? or
is it that the Immigration people don't want to move their shack? I don't know.
Once into Canada though we stopped at Sarnia station, a sold, red-brick sort of
place, for Canada Customs and Immigration, who were wearing flak jackets even
for the on-board inspection.
It only took a few minutes but we
had to wait until our scheduled departure time. We took off at a good speed.
This route has mileposts and I was able to clock us at about 85mph. Most of the
remaining journey to Toronto was after dark: we did wonder why an international
train would stop at the metropolis of St. Mary's.
Note: The International is no longer in operation.
On arrival, we went down the escalator to a long corridor
decorated in public-washroom style: chipped white tiles. There were holes in the
wall though through which we could see new, modern, facilities. Would we be able
to use those on our departure?
To get to our friends' house we took the subway: Eufron already had a couple of
tokens so we didn't waste time. I had wanted to take a picture out of the last
car of the train, which had a window at the end of the car. But that seat was
occupied by a couple in a rather heavy embrace, and as the man had bare,
tattooed, brawny, hairy arms, I felt it might not be wise to approach them at
11:30pm with a camera in my hands.
Our friends met us and we did
indeed have the long chats and gossip we'd been expecting.
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