Niagara Falls - A Rather Negative Post

I recall having a hangover on the morning we drove to Niagara Falls, but I don’t think that had anything to do with how incredibly underwhelmed I felt towards this iconic landmark. We pulled up in the coach and Niagara Falls was like a big hole in the ground surrounded by casinos and chain restaurants. It reminded me of Blackpool. We queued up wearing blue ponchos and waited to be ushered onto the ferry to get a closer look. It was too organised to feel magical, too touristy. I don’t know what I had imagined, but it wasn’t this. I don’t mean to sound unappreciative because after all, I was seeing the one and only Niagara Falls and part of me wishes I could be gushing about how my life changed that day, but it didn’t. It was pretty and I was interested to hear that a six year-old boy fell down it and survived, but I was keen to get off the boat and get a Diet Coke.

It was incredibly hot that day and we were left stranded for a couple of hours following the trip to the waterfalls. A few of us, including the lovely Christina, a fellow Brit, chilled on the grass eating frozen yoghurt, chatting and listening to music on Brendan’s mobile phone. It was cool, and our little group was forming.