Adventures in Hamilton, Ontario

That Time I Woke Up Three Cities Over.

Last updated on April 14th, 2021 at 09:40 am

Hamilton, Ontario is a lovely city about an hour west of Toronto that’s been developing steadily over the years. There’s plenty to do and see there if you plan to go and give it a visit. But it’s when you don’t plan to visit Hamilton where things can go a little… left. This is a story of an unexpected visit to Hamilton when I was nineteen and how I handled it.

An unexpected trip to Hamilton: The setup.

In retrospect, I should have never really walked out the front door this morning if I knew things would end up like this. Nothing good comes out of getting out of bed feeling like crap.

So I got that essay mediocrely done in school, and went to class and helped that girl out, so that was all good. Then I handed in the essay and we were doing fairy take remakes in my Worlds of Childhood tutorial—our Snow Black story was well-received—but then things started to go wrong.

In Calculus, where I had a test, I started to feel sickly and dizzy. So, I cut the test short and decided to go home. So I got on the bus to go home—but I didn’t really realize just how sick and tired I was. I took the bus… and promptly fell asleep.

Now you have to understand—normally this isn’t cause for alarm, as I usually wind up waking up at the Square One terminal, where I get off to go home. But then again, I’m not usually this sick.

And then you wake up in a different city.

So I eventually woke up, and being in the tired-ass state I was, I asked to get off the bus. The driver, nice as he was, obliged, and being the stupid, tired guy I was, I asked where the bus was going to next. The better question would have been where the hell am I. So I was ready to scrounge around in my wallet after gaining my head back a bit, ready to grab some cash to head home.

Then I realized my wallet wasn’t there. At all.

Panicking, I ran after the bus, wanting to get it back, but being as sick as I was, I couldn’t catch up. So here I was in some random place, without a wallet. All I had on me was my:

So the first motion of order was to find out where the hell I was. I looked around, then decided to look at some signs to get my bearings. Then I saw it. The logo with a Marauder (a large species of eagle) dead in the centre. I was in Hamilton at McMaster University. I had completely overshot my home city and ended up in the boonies.

So what did I do? Call my boy Amir who lives on campus. Fortunately, he was in and came to claim me, laughing the entire time. Also, fortunately, he owed me $20, so I had a way to get home. So I’m okay, no need to worry.

But if there is some sort of power watching over me, I beseech you—please let me get my wallet back 😔 It had the $100 I was going to pay back to my mom and the bulk of my ID 😢 Please?

So that’s been my day so far. On the bright side, I’ve seen people that I haven’t seen in a while, and things are generally good. I just can’t believe I was so stupid. Oh well. More coming when I finally get home.


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By Casey E. Palmer

Husband. Father. Storyteller.

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible.

Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world.

It's about so much more than just our kids.

When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life!

Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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