Experiencing Canada

     Bizarre hostel story #3:  I had a great sleep, and it seemed like everything was pretty normal.  I went to the front desk to check in for another night, and was informed my roommate had got bed bugs, so all my clothing would need to be washed and my bag fumigated. Oh well, c'est la vie!  That actually turned out for the best, because my bag was stinky, and my clothes were beyond stinky, and I got free laundry out of it! 

    Luckily I had some clean shirts to wear while that was being sorted out. Clean shirts that said Toronto.  And so it began.   One of the men in my dorm was from England.  And even he knew wearing a Toronto shirt in Montréal was a stupid idea.  And so, as Jen and I made our way up Mount Royal, I was shouted at from cars and people on the street gave me snide remarks about the Blue Jays.  I would have been insulted if it wasn't such a ridiculous situation.  My only question is this: If I really was from Toronto, why would I wear a Toronto tourist t-shirt? 

    Atop Mount Royal, I successfully ordered ice cream in French and Jen and I sat on the steps at the Plateau and gazed out over the city - what a great view!  Later that evening we decided to give Vieux Montreal another try, and in the early evening, enjoying a beer in Place Jacques Cartier, we decided it was the right choice.  That was, until we both had to go pee and came to the unfortunate discovery that people who live in Montreal seem to not need to go the washroom as there are no public washrooms anywhere.  At least none we could find.  Eventually we just went for dinner because the search was too painful!