Stu and Steve arrived in Montreal after a less than enjoyable jaunt on ye olde Greyhound. The trip was overnight and included no sleep and a cold bleary eyed trip into the Canadian Border crossing. A simple plan was construed which involved aimless wander until 2 in the afternoon when they were able to check into the hostel (after arriving at 7!!), some sleep and then a large night out in Montreal. Unfortunately conditions conspired against our hero's in multiple forms. Firstly, they underestimated how little refreshment had been gained from the nap, secondly they also underestimated the destructive power of 10% beer on a body in this condition, and thirdly, they had not counted on randomly bumping into the Australians they had met in Nashville (the last time the pairing went particularly large and therefore established a reputation with said Australians). What resulted was from Steve's perspective a complete blur. How he had the capacity to reach the road the hostel was on in the morning, after simply walking randomly knowing only the name of this road, then managed to get himself through a key code door, and the dorm door for which only one key existed, on Stuart, who by all accounts was still in the 'Gentleman's club' they had frequented, is a mystery. The next day was a write off. There is no way to describe the immense pain movement inflicted on Steve's body. Stu did manage to make it out for a wander, but this came back to haunt him in 'double pizza', literally the closest place that sold food to the hostel when they stumbled out in the late afternoon to try to keep bodies functioning. After epic amounts of sleep the pair then had a fantastic day on the BIXI bikes around Montreal, conquering the large hill behind Ma Gill, taking in the uni itself, the port, the old town (where lovely Parisian style coffee houses provided a rest stop) and the Olympic stadium.
Our pair was very impressed with BIXI, which may be coming to London, keep ears to the ground. Basically, for five dollars they hired bikes all day, by keeping journeys to less than 30 mins (which is free) and whizzing between 'stations' where you can pick up or drop off bikes (you don't have to return to the station you got a bike from, you can return it anywhere... Genius!)
The next adventure is another overnight Greyhound to Toronto. The boys are less keen about this prospect now, but are going for it!!
Stu and Steve arrived in Montreal after a less than enjoyable jaunt on ye olde Greyhound. The trip was overnight and included no sleep and a cold bleary eyed trip into the Canadian Border crossing. A simple plan was construed which involved aimless wander until 2 in the afternoon when they were able to check into the hostel (after arriving at 7!!), some sleep and then a large night out in Montreal. Unfortunately conditions conspired against our hero's in multiple forms. Firstly, they underestimated how little refreshment had been gained from the nap, secondly they also underestimated the destructive power of 10% beer on a body in this condition, and thirdly, they had not counted on randomly bumping into the Australians they had met in Nashville (the last time the pairing went particularly large and therefore established a reputation with said Australians). What resulted was from Steve's perspective a complete blur. How he had the capacity to reach the road the hostel was on in the morning, after simply walking randomly knowing only the name of this road, then managed to get himself through a key code door, and the dorm door for which only one key existed, on Stuart, who by all accounts was still in the 'Gentleman's club' they had frequented, is a mystery. The next day was a write off. There is no way to describe the immense pain movement inflicted on Steve's body. Stu did manage to make it out for a wander, but this came back to haunt him in 'double pizza', literally the closest place that sold food to the hostel when they stumbled out in the late afternoon to try to keep bodies functioning. After epic amounts of sleep the pair then had a fantastic day on the BIXI bikes around Montreal, conquering the large hill behind Ma Gill, taking in the uni itself, the port, the old town (where lovely Parisian style coffee houses provided a rest stop) and the Olympic stadium. 
Our pair was very impressed with BIXI, which may be coming to London, keep ears to the ground. Basically, for five dollars they hired bikes all day, by keeping journeys to less than 30 mins (which is free) and whizzing between 'stations' where you can pick up or drop off bikes (you don't have to return to the station you got a bike from, you can return it anywhere... Genius!)
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