After dinner we made our way back to the bus stop so we would have no chance of missing it. We were early and had to wait in a dodgy, seedy bus station, which wasn’t a highlight of the trip. Our bus finally turned up, but they weren’t ready to take on passengers, so we stood in the rain for a while waiting to get on. Once we got on the bus we were again able to sit away from Marion and Andrew so it was quiet. We still had two more days with them and we were already sick of them. Marion and Andrew told us that they would let us sleep on the train home because it was so late, but that never happened. They talked all the way back.
Getting back to the train station we started from was only part of the journey back to Marion and Andrew’s place. We got off the train and made our way to the taxi rank to grab a taxi. Luckily there was a taxi there at that time of night (after midnight) and we took that taxi across to the shopping complex to get to Andrew’s car. Andrew was worried that the car might be locked in as they were doing construction in the car park, but thankfully it wasn’t so we got in and started back to their place. Andrew didn’t even know which way to go to get out of the car park. He started off heading towards the fences surrounding the parking area until Kim told him to go the other way. He then got spooked by another car driving in the car park, as he thought it was a security guard, and he thought he was in trouble for parking there all day. That wasn’t the case.
Around the other side of the shopping complex car park Andrew nearly drove into the side of the building. Marion made him well aware of this and he swerved away. Kim and I didn’t like his driving at all, but we couldn’t do much about it at that point. Andrew crawled his way home and on one of the last corners he took it wide and was straying into the on-coming lane. There was a car coming and he was giving that driver an earful for being on his side. There was another time on the way back when he nearly ran into a traffic light pole as he got extremely close. Finally we entered their street, which caused them to say “this is such a dark street”. What a load of bullshit. It might have been dark, but it wasn’t so dark that it requires comment every time you enter it of a night.
Once again we got to bed after midnight.
You may think I’m being harsh in saying these things about them, but you weren’t there and you didn’t have to put up with them. They literally argued between each other all day from when they got up to when they went to bed. And to make matters worse they couldn’t organise themselves out of a wet paper bag. We had come from a honeymoon that was running like clockwork, so we could see as much of everything as we could. To Toronto where they (being locals who should know how to do things better than tourists) couldn’t plan anything without incident.