Toronto
The first surprise on arrival to Canada is that none of the ATMs at the airport take VISA so if you don't carry Mastercard, AMEX or some completely obscure Canadian card you are completely stuffed and won't be able to get one of the Lincoln Town Cars that they use for taxis outside the airport.

On queuing for a taxi you will realise that all taxi drivers are from the Indian sub-continent and on taking a cab you will realise that none of them have a clue where you are going despite repeating your destination address for 7 minutes. Ontario has recently decided to oppose using Sharia law to resolve domestic disputes. Which is is good as I've heard that recently, Saudi Arabia has refused to allow democracy, trial by jury or human rights to affect their way of doing things, so it keeps the world culturally balanced. At least I should be able to get a decent curry somewhere near.

If my experience is anything to go by, Toronto is basically a car park sprinkled with uniform concrete, cubiform buildings that have been labeled so as to inform the visitor whether they are entering an IKEA, Furniture Warehouse or their hotel.

Toronto has places which are called bars, while you are in one, someone who is apparently nice, will ask you if you want a drink. If you say yes, they'll turn around and make you an insipid cocktail from government stipulated thimbles (much like the UK in this respect), then charge you the same price as a 3 bedroom apartment in a less fashionable area of Paris. Yesterday a packet of cigarettes cost me $12 Canadian, the beer to go with it was $6.50. In Spain you can be jailed for charging prices like that. I am still working it out, but I think it must be a tax on sin to keep Canadians pure, I believe a packet of condoms here costs the same as a Ford Mustang.