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It’s a bit peculiar to wake up in the bus, with it hurtling around, and not know where you are. The signs on the road indicated we were near a city, as the exits were named ‘Superior Ave’, and other such street names. But no idea which city…. Until I saw another sign for ClevelandContinue reading “Just chillin’ – the beach, Niagara and Woodstock”