Probably it's not wrong to compare the Niagara Falls (keep in mind i to spell it “niagra falls” – am I wrong?) to Las Vegas. But when you arrive by train you won't see anything of it. Perhaps one higher building far away. You have to get a taxi into the city, other means of transportation are rare, to see the hotel and casino complexes. And don't feel proud of being in the Sheraton Hotel on the states-side because from there you can see the Sheraton on the Canadian side which actually has a view on the falls unlike the american counterpart which offers views on casinos and backyards. From midtown Niagara Falls it's just a few minutes by feet to the falls (15-30 minutes) which are indeed a nice view at day, but breathtaking at night, when the hotels and casinos shine in a colorful and blending sea of light while in the foreground the Falls are actually illuminated by huge searchlights. If you want to see the falls, then remember: During the day visit the Canadian side (as photographer early in the morning or in the late evening) and after dawn take a look from the American side. The best view on all the Falls plus the hotels is the one from the borderbridge. Keep in mind that you have to pay 50 cents if you have crossed the border to Canada and want to return to the U.S. Getting into Canada is usually a straightforward process: Get on the bridge by feet, enter the canadian border office on the other side, get a stamp (and if curious ask the border official what he listens to on his iPod). Getting back in the U.S. involves entering the office, waiting behind a security door until an border official is free, answering the question how long you've been in canada and if they're content, leaving the office in the front.
There are many places to eat and if you're really picky you can still ask yelp! for help. We decided to go to a big All-you-can-eat complex called “Smokin Joe’s” It felt a bit strange because next to the dinning hall (steelbars with nets around) there was a souvenir shop run by people of asian heritage and a La-Crosse trainingturf right behind it. The food on offer was a mix up of american, chinese and indian dishes – as were the employees. One reminded me of our taxi driver this morning – he actually was and was working with his dad and fifteen year old brother there in the Afternoon. After getting in a small conversation he told us that actually altough in possesion of a native American, most of the places are run or the ground actually belongs to the Italians. The workers are actually from Pakistan, India, China or other parts of Asia – or Mexico. Welcome to America – A tale of hardworking Natives, Indians and Italians.
Next stop Buffalo. To get on a train here in the U.S. can be some kind of pain.