Maarten naar Montreal

After my problemless preparations leading up to the trip, of course the pudding had to be proofed by actually getting there. And I did. I provide proof in the form of the following picture which I have titled "loot of one day in Montreal". Actually there are a couple of things which don't belong there: four that I got but not in Montreal, and one that was already mine. Bonus picture prize for the one who gets them right.



And for those who say that the journey is more important than the destination I have kept a little log.
Heathrow airport security; those are some angry mofo's! They take their sweet time, which is completely fine except for the people who have a transfer to catch. The airport itself is -or pretends to be- huge, as is insinuated by underground sci-fi "transit" subways that go from one gate to another. There is no other connection since the halls are isolated square big glass buildings in between which the airplanes can comfortably load and unload and... do their thing.
The flight from Heathrow to Montreal: Relaxation, sudden loud noises from the bathroom, and sleep.
First impression of Montreal at (to my senses) 2am, strange city. Weird traffic lights. And even more so after a voluntary two hour walk (before going to sleep tired); big buildings and old cozy European buildings close to eachother.

Gotta go drink beer now with my fellow hostelites, so I'm out of time!