Well the bus won the coin tosses by a combined score of 5-1 which meant we were going to the bus station. We got there at about 9:05 p.m. and the next bus - at 10 - was to the Paris of the Americas... Montreal. Here today to help me describe the experience is Vanessa. We'll describe everything in exquisite detail and you'll feel like you were there with us. Here goes...
Bus #1010. (1010 in binary is 10 in decimal.. curious)
Top 4 bus moments:
- the guy who tried to break Tao's legs
- the guy with loud motion sickness
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Trees Lounge- Getting 100 per cent in the random radio station game
I'll take lodging for 200 Alex.
A: This hotel features a large number of mirrors, care staff that care a bit too much, and concierges that were on to us from the moment we arrived.
Q: What is the Taj Mahal?
Actually we were lucky to have found as cool a hotel as we discovered - by roaming the red light district - that it was Pride weekend. The GAYDAR was on overload... it was great. And we don't mean to suggest the red light district is full of deviants - just that we ended up in the red light district and it
was full of deviants.
Kudos for being the only straight people at the Taj. Curiously, it appeared as though all the bibles had been removed from the rooms. We spent a good two minutes looking for ours to no avail.
SLEEPOur breakfast was better than yours.
Where didn't we walk that day?
During breakfast Vanessa drew us a random map with our route for the afternoon. This was it.

As you can see, we decided to switch gears and write ourselves directions instead.

It took us to the St Lawrence River right across from the amusement park. Not wanting to swim we walked back towards downtown. From there we wandered:
- Vieux Montreal (Old Montreal) made us feel like we were in Europe.
- The really bored girl driving the horse-drawn carriage.
- Visiting two churches. We caught part of the homily at one and figured it made up for being sans-bible.
- Playboy makes shoes?
- Seven deadly sins: Great theme for a mini-mini mall.
- Lots of people on to us.
- Montreal pedestrians are as bad as Montreal drivers.
- Winos with wicked mini bars camped outside St Patrick Basilica.
- And, always, no matter where we went -- men with tight pants and no shirt.
Best described in pictures parte deux... the conversation I had with the hotel receptionist while she was on the phone:

The write down what you want to do for dinner game. Same result -- take out Geisha Sushi.
("It tastes... intriguing." "Intriguing good or intriguing bad?" "Just... intriguing.")
Some things can't be smoothed over.
SLEEPPCC
Getting revenge on the cleaning staff who tried to break in before checkout time! Right off her cart we took what we thought would be an elaborately embroidered sheet... like we had in our room. Turned out to be just a plain sheet... but still... REVENGE!
We headed off to the bus station to put our stuff in a locker for the day. Of course there were no lockers available but we got a token anyway. A few lockers became available but people were being tricky and stealing them before we could get to them. We put on an innocent face when we did the same thing to some poor old lady. Oh well.. we were there first.
Then breakfast at this sweet cafe on Ste Denis. Cutest server ever... picture Amelie if she were outgoing.
Ste Laurent & Ste Denis
- more guys with tight pants (if any!!!) and no shirt
- specific guy with tight pants and no shirt: (to Tao) "You're really lucky" "How's that?" "Look at this human being beside you." We ran. Once out of earshot I asked "wasn't he gay?"
- Chess & Math store. The clerk was not impressed with much if anything.
- "Mona Lisait" (love the haircut!)
- "Excuse me Mr Straight Man, but if you keep staring at the guy in the leather G string (sans shirt, avec whip,) people will think you're gay."
- Tresors d'Autrefois - scariest store ever. The aisle was three inches wide at the floor. Even had stuff in and old bathroom. I sneezed like a madman and we found the clerks beer. Had to dust ourselves off when we left.
Dinner at the Bombay Restaurant. We sat underneath a staircase outside and ate while watching the rain.
"Did you actually pay him?"
"Do you think I paid him?"
"ummm.... yes?"
"Then I paid him."
Back to the breakfast cafe to pick up dessert for the bus ride. Same server as before. She remembered us and was once again on to us.. but she was real sweet about it.
Bus station match #1 (Tao vs Scary Nazi Security Guard)
SNSG: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!"
Tao shrugged and stuck his arms out thinking he was about to be frisked
SNSG: "Where exactly are you going inside?"
Tao: "... ... ... Ottawa?"
SNSG: "... ... ... ... ... ... ... oh ... ... ... ok."
Bus back
- lucky to find seats together
- listening to couple behind us argue
- not so much eating the cake as smearing it all over the box it came in
- great view (2nd row) for a wicked light show with the storm. (God found out about Pride?)
- Ottawa = miserable
"Great minds dress like jackasses!"
Same page... great trip... copping out... coming clean... c'est ca.