Onto French Canada…cause French Canada is the best!

Tuesday

So I left Ottawa and travelled to Montreal. The hostel here was very swish (and also very cheap!). I had a wander around town, this is proper French Canada! All of the signs are in French and everyone speaks French. I met up with some people who I originally met in Toronto, they were staying at the same hostel. The hostel had a happy hour at their bar followed by a club tour so needless to say we had a few beers and went out and had a wee dance! Oh and when we were in the club, we felt a shudder but assumed that it was the train passing underneath.  Next day we found out that it was an earthquake!!! Measuring 4.5 on the richter scale, my first earthquake…how exciting!!

Wednesday

Bit of a late start today due to last night, but I joined a couple of the guys on a tour of the local art gallery. Then I went off to Old Montreal, which is like a mini Paris, for a look. I had a very nice hot chocolate, then went back for a nap! I actually cooked some food at the hostel with some of the guys.  So far it’s been food on the go so that was nice.

I has heard so many amazing things about Montreal before I arrived, and although I had a great time, I think that I needed to stay a little longer to pick up on the vibe.  Another one to visit again!

The Capital City of Ottawa

Sunday

Despite being slightly hungover from the night before, I made my 11am bus to Ottawa.  Ottawa is absolutely stunning (photo included!) if not a wee bit quiet.  The hostel I stayed in was pretty cool, it’s the old town jail and people were actually hanged in there, they still have the gallows! It’s also apparently one of the most haunted buildings in Canada! Didn’t see any ghosts though…! Like I said though, the hostel and the town were pretty quiet. I just chilled out on the Sunday night and watched some TV.

Monday

I had a proper touristy day on Monday. Ottawa is the capital of Toronto, so I took a tour of the (stunning!) parliament buildings. Then I went to the Museum of Civilisation, which is huge and is all about the people of Canada. Then in the evening I went on a tour of the hostel/jail where they let you into the old jail cells/gallows etc which was pretty cool. I met a nice wee lady from Denmark, I think she must have been in her 60s and was off on a tour of Canada on her own hosteling it up!

I really liked Ottawa, a stunning city…but really not a lot going on mid-week in October!  The hostel had a bar that was closed for refurbishment, and most of the guests seemed to be on business or in school groups.  There are lots of bars and cafes around, which I imagine would be bustling in the summer – so I might come back then.Image

Welcome to Toronto International!

For around a week before departure, I had been checking the Toronto weather.  Sunny skies, high-twenty temperatures and a welcome break from Glasgow’s very wet “summer” my iPhone weather app had promised.  Well I didn’t actually see any of Toronto until we hit the runway…cloudiest day of the month so far apparently!  ”

Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you”…hmmm!

Well, not even the weather could tamper my elated excitement/crippling fear as I bounded off to immigration.  I explained to the very nice immigration officer that although I had a working holiday visa, I wanted to enter and exit Canada on a tourist visa as I would be visiting the US before entering again at Vancouver.  Half way through my blurb I had a brief vision of me being kicked out of Canada before actually getting in for trying to ‘work’ the system.  But all was well and before I knew it I had been spat out into the sprawling metropolis that is Toronto, ready to make my way and find my place in this new and exciting country!

As a wannabe hardened traveler, I decided that cabs and organised airport shuttle buses were for the weak…and those on a more flexible travel budget.  So consulting my trust Lonely Planet guide, I navigated my way onto two buses and a train to find the way to my hostel, all for $2.50.  Score!  This traveling on a shoestring thing is easy!

I hadn’t hosteled in a while, and the last time I did it was on the Khao San Road in Bangkok, so I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I checked into Planet Traveler on College Street.  En-suit bathrooms, heated roof terrace, breakfast until 1pm – just the gentle ease in I needed!  When I got to my room I met Louise, who had just come to the end of Working Holiday Visa journey and was going back to England in a few days.  She gave me lots of excellent advice and a hairdryer!

So the next few days looked like this:

Wednesday:  I had a wander around the city.  I found it quite overwhelming, and it took me a good few hours to work out how the cross walks worked!  I had my first Tim Hortons which I found myself being overly excited about.  The hostel was planning a bar crawl this evening, and although I really wanted to go, be sociable and make some friends, I crashed at 8pm!

Thursday: Krista, a friend of an old friend that I studied at St Andrews with saw on Facebook that I was in Toronto, and being a Toronto resident, offered to show me around which was excellent!  We went to the Shoe Museum which was pretty cool, and then onto the Art Gallery of Ontario and successfully critiqued some modern art!  Krista happened to have a spare ticket for Sister Act, the musical which she kindly offered to me.  It was a really fun night!

Friday:  Niagara Falls trip!  We went to a vineyard on the way for some wine tasting (random at 10am!) – they make ‘ice wine’ there which is made with grapes frozen in the winter.  I met a girl about my age and her mum (from Scotland!) on the trip.  They were hosteling across Canada together and were just about coming to the end of their trip. When we got to Niagara we went on the “Maid of the Mist’ boat tour which takes you right up close to the falls…and you are guaranteed to get soaked!   It was tres fun!

At night I had a couple of glasses of wine (bought at the vineyard) with some of the guys from the hostel, then I went out to meet my cousin’s mate John (Buddha) and his girlfriend, Michelle and Michelle’s sister for a drink.  We went to see a band that the guys know and had a good old chat – great night!
Saturday:  Went out to do a bit of shopping on Saturday, but home early to rest up for the big roof top BBQ party at the hostel in the evening.  It did not disappoint.  I got a tad drunk, went out dancing afterwards and had a great time trying to pack to leave for Ottawa in the morning when I got back!
Overall, I really liked Toronto but I found myself looking forward to getting out of the big, dirty city and into some nature and countryside.  The final conclusion on this one needs to come from retrospect I think!Image

Saying goodbye Scotland!

So the goodbye process involved more work from my liver than I had anticipated…my last week in Scotland looked a little like this:

25th September: Finish up at work, go see Jesus Christ Superstar with Jenny

26th September: Leaving night for Ruth at work

27th September: Night out with Steven and Elena in Edinburgh.  Also met their friends Nicki and David who will be heading to Whistler when I am in Vancouver 🙂

28th September: Dinner with the Gallachers (and one Bisset!) at the Indian Cottage

29th September: Leaving night at Oran Mor in Glasgow – wicked night 😉

30th September: Leaving night at Elbow in Edinburgh, total of 48 hours of drinking.

1st October: Breakfast with Lukasz, lunch with Natalie on departure from the burgh.

2nd October: Everything I should have done over the past few months but never got around to!  Also saying goodbye to my Papa, Sara and Erin (didn’t catch Mark), Lesley, Katie, Dave, Sharon and Murphy with a final stop at Peter’s to pick up some forgotten shoes and say cheerio again to him and Aiobhe.  Finish off with a fish supper and some Irn Bru, then bed!

3rd October: Pack my shit and get out of here! Oh and say goodbye to Derek and my parents at the airport.

Okay so the departure process wasn’t quite as stress free as I would have liked.  Firstly my mum wasn’t going to come to the airport…at first I thought that it was the inevitable heart wrenching goodbye that was the issue, but after ten minutes in the car with her and dad I realised that it was probably more to do with her crippling fear of the M8 Kingston bridge.  However, we all got there, got me checked in (reminder: pay the extra £40 for club class next time, Air Transat check-in queues are neither short or efficient!), has breakfast avec Derek and then I was on my own, in the departure lounge, waiting on my flight to Toronto…

oh crap!