And then Ken was deported.

This morning we departed Toronto for Boston, thus ending the Canadian leg of our tour.

As such we needed to go through US customs and immigration. I went through the brief chat with the agent where they take a scan of your fingerprints and ask you about the purpose of your trip, and was ushered off to put my bag through the scanner and so forth. I waited for Ken to appear. And waited. And waited.

After it became apparent that he had either been denied entry into the US, or border security were enjoying the cavity searches so much that they were finishing off a smoke before going in for round 3, I sent him a message and abandoned him to his fate.

Turns out he had been pulled aside for being shifty looking and scanned for explosives. By way of apologising for assuming he was a terrorist or something, he got fast tracked through a separate bag screening area and had abandoned me to my fate 5 minutes ago.

We met up at the gate and drank Canadian chain coffee and waited to board the flight.

Coming into Boston. The flight was delayed slightly due to weather.

Somewhere.

Hotel corridor.

More hotel corridor.

The girls staying just down the hall from us.

The room.

The view is okay, but not brilliant.

What am I saying, you can see a castle from here.