C'est Montreal!

I'm on a budget, so here in Montreal, I've chosen to stick around the neighborhood of the motel. So what can be seen in this mostly industrial park?

I saw the Canada Post lockout. Without getting too far into it, they've been doing rolling strikes for 2 weeks, until management decided to lock them out.


I also went to a restaurant called Chez e'pere Gedeon. Apparently it's a Montreal-style Hooters, where the waitresses are supposed to be in bikinis. (I swear I didn't know this going in.) They weren't, but they were in Daisy Dukes. I ordered the Moules et Frites. I didn't know what moules were.


Moules are mussels. Not my thing, but my girlfriend would have liked them a lot. Also a bit more expensive than I had anticipated, but I'm going to give myself a pass, since United is taking care of my dinner.

In a couple of hours, it's off to the P.E. Trudeau airport for a second try at flying to London. That's it for me!

Keep Calm and Carry On

Not in London yet. Not even on the plane to London.

Lying in a Montreal bed watching Family Guy's rendition of Star Wars.

United Airlines was late to my connector flight by an hour. No explanation given.

What I've learned: 1) the Montreal airport is a flipping maze with no piece of cheese at the end, 2)it is approximately 3,000 miles from the US-flights terminal to any-flipping-where else in the airport, 3) there are more stairwells than an MC Escher drawing here. The picture above is what it looked like tonight, only darker.

The guy on the floor-cleaning zamboni almost ran over my luggage

Not much to do out here by the airport.

Merde!