Canadian Adventure

So I’m chillin’ in the MTL right now, and I thought I would post some pictures of our trip so far. It’s been real. And trippy.

Day One: Driving
The journey kicked off with a blast when I forgot my passport at school and we had to drive an extra 76 miles to retrieve it. And then we drove through a lot of fields on I-80.

That’s some farmland that we passed. And then we passed more. And then we passed more. And then we almost got shot in inner-city Detroit following a poorly marked detour. We’re pretty sure that the U.S. government is trying to trap people in Detroit when they try to go to Canada. (Unfortunately, we couldn’t take any good pictures of inner-city Detroit because my camera would have gotten stolen.)

And then we went over a bridge to Canada.

Oh. Canada.

And then we drove some more. And it was late at night. So we didn’t take any pictures.

Day Two:
But the next day, after the sun had come up, we really could see how different Canada is from the United States:

And, a few hours later, we saw the light at the end of the tunnel:

And we were driving through Toronto:

And then it was dark, so we didn’t take any more pictures. But we got lost in Montreal (because all of the signs are in French), and we didn’t make it to the hotel until very late. And then we went to a Blues Bar, where Jimi Hendrix lives. And we learned that Molson and Labatt are better than we thought.

Day Three:
Montreal is really a beautiful city. It has strip clubs (which we would never go to), bars (which we would never go to), head shops (which we would never go to), and museums (which we really didn’t go to). But on Day Three, we didn’t take any pictures. We made up for it on Day Four by backtracking a bit to take pictures of the places we went on Day Three (Old Town, St. Catherine St., etc.).

Day Four:
Here are some pictures of Montreal:

Where all the magic happens.

Montreal Skyline.

The “Presse”

Olde Towne Adventures

For Justice. And a kiosk.

Any guesses?

Club Super Sexe. Not that we went. (P.S. Coco, you didn’t tell us you were going to be in town working this week!)

And then we decided to enjoy the local culture by going to a Mexican restaurant called “Trois Amigos.” Margaritas taste pretty much the same in Canada, but we had to check to make sure.

And then we hung out with cool McGill people. And Brian became lame and made them write on his Facebook wall. And we stayed there until it was light out the next day.

Day Five:
We hung out with random Quebecois people on this night, and we didn’t have any idea what was going on. They were from some rural area, and they were in the equivalent of 13th grade. They took us to a crappy barbeque place and a crappy club, but it was still interesting. Some of them were attractive, but most of them didn’t speak English. So that was a challenge.

When we got back from the club, they all congregated in our room to smoke, drink, and scream things at each other in French. We had no idea what was going on, but here’s the picture we took of our floor after they left:

It was funny in that surreal kind of way at the time. We still don’t get it. Fucking French.

And yes, one of them did ask us if we are gay.

So, that’s what has happened so far. Hopefully Coco will now be satisfied. Sorry for not posting updates sooner, as I’m sure it had you all worried sick. But this post was probably unbearably long; so you’ll have something to read for days.

Tomorrow, we’re off to New York for the weekend before we head back through Canada on our way back to G-Town. Wish us luck, and, if you want to talk to us, we’ll have cell phone service in New York.

Love,
Brian and Chase