Couchsurfers really do get everywhere

So, let's pick this blog up again.

Landed in Toronto yesterday afternoon, more or less on schedule, and with all of my bags present and correct - a first for my international trips since covid lockdowns.

On the train into the city, I got chatting with the guy who had moved over so I could sit - S., a Dane. He turned out to be a fellow couchsurfer, and had a layover of a few hours before heading home. 

We walked around the city for a bit before settling on a craft beer place for a drink and a bite to eat (some of the taps and pipes are shown in the picture).

What are the chances? Ok, a random stranger who starts talking to you about travel likely has a higher probability of being a CSer than the probability across the general population, but still. 

And I have finally got an explanation of the game with sticks that I saw in Århus when I was travelling there nearly 20 years ago (wow, has it really been that long?). It's called the King's Game. I did not ask why, as I got distracted by an explanation about the rules.