On St.Catherines Street, digging the vibe.
Francais is the language of love. Russ and Ryan understand that.
St. Catherines Street, Scotty is dying on us.
Russ absolutely took his poutine to school. I have never seen anyone eat it so fast. He said he was just taking in all the "Culture" Montreal has to offer.
Ryan is making lots of friends in Montreal.
Old Montreal is something special.
In front of Basilique du Notre Dame.
Basilique du Notre Dame
We had the pleasure of spending the night with Carly Sheridan
Montreal Poutine-Russ was in his element!
Our waitress-who donated to the cause.
Scotty and Sean Neville enjoying the Jazz Festival
Brother Russ was made for Montreal!
Sean Neville here, so after the big celebration of Canada day we were all feeling pretty tired and heat stroke might have been an option. We were far too cheap for a hotel a to lazy to bike out of town to the campsite so we decided to pitch a tent behind some industrial building. This morning we woke up to the sounds of heavy machinery such as bulldozers and excavators as we woke up in the industrially area of Lachute. We had to wait for the bike store to open so we wasted the morning away exploring historic sites such as Mcdonalds, the post office and subway. We finally got the bike fixed after hitting some serious language barriers. By using some sign language, Ryan and I literally acted out what was wrong with our tire and what we needed. Out on the road we only had 80km to get into Montreal. As we got closer we crossed a bridge on to the beautiful Montreal Island. The buildings were all brick with staircases that wrapped up to each floor and churches reaching above them with beautiful parks. We ducked into some alleyways to get out of traffic. It was unreal to tour on our bikes all throughout this beautiful city which reminded me a lot of Europe. We arrived to our PR girl Maya's apartment in the city of St.Catherines street where we were so happily greeted by her roommates Matt, Clark and Julia. Some pretty unreal hosts who made us feel right at home! You guys are awesome and we couldn't of been happier anywhere else. We chilled and got to know are a little bit about our new friends while cleaning up then headed down to old Montreal. Old port Montreal looked as European as it comes, brick everything, cobble stone streets, monument squares and of course church's. What made this feel more like Europe is my close friend Carly Sheridan who I traveled there with just got off work and came down to meet us. Was so good to see you Carly, best tour guide ever! We went straight for poutine. Carly took us to the festival international de jazz, we danced wildly with the Crowned to Mali music and old 50's tunes while people swing danced. We were loving the vibe in the festival grounds! We toured up to the Latin quarter to Saint Denis street to mingle with the locals and check it all out. Montreal is a crazy city and I already want to move here, all I need to do now is learn French. Haha!
Huge thanks again to Matt, Clark, Julia and Maya for lending us her room. Carly Sheridan you are awesome! I finally had a good night sleep in a bed and not on the ground spooning with rusty in our tent.