The scenery the train passed through was pretty impressive and there was lots of leg room, though I got a proper "Paddington Bear hard stare" from the US border guards, it being shortly after 9/11.
I rather liked Chicago, with a mixture of new and urban decay:
Blues Brothers and that chase scene.
The music was totally amazing and visited some great blues clubs but also managed to see this new British band that had just released their first album, Parachutes:
I wonder what happened to them?
The rowing on a Saturday morning felt very familiar:
All too soon it was time to catch that train back to Toronto and the flight home.