An Erie Trip - Day 1 - Into Chicago
As a change, we thought we would do something new to both of us and we decided to head to the edge of the US and Canada.
The plan is a tour from Chicago, round the top of Lake Erie via a great
sounding place called Kalamazoo, through Detroit and onto Niagara Falls,
back under the lake to Cleveland then on to Toledo and finally back to
Chicago. 10 days in all.
Having had a completely rubbish couple of days health wise, including
being rushed in for a cancer scan as blood results pointed to that, I
wasn't looking forward to a 9 hour flight as I was exhausted. But it
turned out ok in the end.
We arrived late at night to a blizzard, it seemed, but as it was 4am "our" time we grabbed the car as quickly as we could.
Which turned out not to be quickly, as yet again we arrived just as the
rental cars computers crashed and they had to process on paper and
phone. Grr. Second time in a year for us.
As my pictures at night were rubbish in the conditions, here is one from
the morning. They tidy things up quickly in these parts, but there are
MOUNTAINS of snow everywhere.
Seriously, you could ski down some of them. Enterprising people have set up lifts.
As we were getting into Chicago so late, and after a long day, we booked a hotel right next to the airport.
When in California we stayed in an Aloft hotel in Rancho Cucamonga and
it was delightful, so we chose the one in Chicago for this purpose. Not
the wisest of choices it turned out.
Taking the signposted valet lane we pulled up and waited a short while
for the service you normally get before I headed inside to prod them, to
be told they don't actually do valet. So we parked up outside the hotel
and headed in with our luggage.
Ah, but we couldn't park there, as people had reserved all those places
(!) and we needed to go park in the multi-storey over yonder and walk
back. But don't worry it's a covered walkway, if frickin' freezing.
They graciously let us take our luggage to our room, with room service
on our mind. We thought we'd order so it was eat time sooner whilst we
parked. Searching high and low we couldn't find any guidebook or menus
in the room.
Heading back to reception, my fear was curtly confirmed that they didn't
actually serve food - I had noticed a stack of menus on the counter and
thought that was counterintuitive for a hotel. But they will deliver to
your room. Top banana.
So after following the directions to the car park, which included an
illegal u-turn, a fight with idiots cutting corners and a snowy walk we
selected our food and picked up the hotel phone.
Mel and I are no strangers to phones, given we have run call centres
large and small, but could we make this one simple local call following
the instructions written on the phone? Nope. Even getting creative
didn't work. 15 minutes later we realised we needed to use a mobile
before we started eating the duvet.
The in room coffee machine sprayed water everywhere whilst it made
"coffee" which went largely undrunk whilst I placed our order after 7
minutes on hold, as they are obviously trained to answer calls and then
swap back to the call they were on to keep people happy and feel
attended to.
Not on international calling rates I don't, but we need food. It's now 5am our time, if midnight local time..
However all that aside a tasty sausage sandwich, a bunch of chicken and
sauces turned up in the time described, at a very reasonable price.
Yummy.
Aside from the view the only final upset was the fact that the blinds
leaked light from either side, and if the hotel across the way is lit up
like the Blackpool illuminations it's wise you carefully orientate your
head on the pillow.
Don't stay here.