Shuffle off to Buffalo!

The Buffalo Bisons and eastward..

The border crossing at Niagara Falls was a bit more serious than when I crossed into Windsor. Everyone on the train had to deboard, with all our luggage and stand in a line while a diligent German Shepherd and his handler sniffed our bags and shoes! Then we filed in, were asked questions and had our passports inspected. Finally we could get back on the train. We arrived at the Buffalo Exchange Street station about 20 minutes later. Sahlen Field was right across the street.

The public bus system in Buffalo was a bit quirky and I was tired. I took an Uber to my AirBnB, which ended up being the cutest little loft apartment I’d ever seen. Brick walls, a tiny but fully equipped kitchen and a cupola outfitted as a cozy reading nook.

I had a snack, a nap, read for a while and then headed down to Sahlen Field for the Bison’s Game. Oddly enough, it was the Bisons that gave me the idea for this whole trip. I’d had a ticket for a game last September that got rained out. The subsequent email said that I could exchange the ticket for my game in April…so now, here I was!

The Bisons are a farm team for the Blue Jays, so once again, both National Anthems were sung. There wasn’t much of a crowd, but people were pretty enthusiastic. I got an excellent brown ale no it was $2.00 hot dog night! I was initially seated in the sun, on the third base line. Which was fine…until the sun set. At which point, the temperature dropped and the wind picked up and I started to feel like an icicle. I made it until the 7th inning.

I got back to my cozy nook and made myself a cup of hot tea. Then I doubled checked my bus for the next day. My friend was picking me up in Rochester and I wanted to be sure I had the time correct. I had planned it so I’d get in a little after noon. I checked my ticket…

Notice anything? 🙄 Yeah…I’d booked my ticket for PM instead of AM, and the bus would get in after midnight. Not noon. (This is why I’m a huge fan of 24-hour time. If it had said “22:45” I wouldn’t have made such a bone-headed mistake.) Luckily I caught it in time. Trailways wanted $20 to change the ticket, which was more than the actual ticket cost! So I ate that ticket and booked a train. And now I’m at the station, ready to choo-choo my way to Rochester and towards home!