I had set my alarm for 6.30am to give me loads of time to wake up and get to the bus station for the bus for Montreal that left at 8.30am. Dionysus, the god of wine, woke me up at 8.05am.
Oh dear. Up and out of the flat before you could say “crikey!” in a silly voice, I pounded down the stairs and out onto the Mean Streets of NYC. Whistled the first cab I saw and jumped inside. The bus station, please and step on it! I’ve always wanted to say that. I was on 109th Street. The bus station is on 45th Street. That’s a lot of streets between me and the bus.
Luckily, it was Sunday morning, not a weekday – we hurtled down Central Park West like in a movie, switching lanes and honking at those crazy maniacs who dared driving slower than us.
By 8.25am I was on the bus. Not bad eh?
Now I’m heading north through upstate New York. It’s getting colder and colder outside, I’ve just put on an extra pair of socks and I can’t help but feel that my little jumper and leather jacket combo just ain’t going to cut the mustard – there is snow and frozen lakes whizzing past at the side of the road. I’m scared to lick the window in case my tongue gets stuck, and you know how much I love licking the windows of a bus.
I arrive in Montreal at 5pm and I’ll have just over an hour to race across town to the train station for the 20-hour ‘Ocean’ train to Halifax. Despite all my travelling about the place, this will be my first train ride of The Odyssey. I better get used to it, though – I’m inter-railing Europe.
Now I’m on the train – the ‘Ocean’ heading east to Halifax. It’s great. Tons of legroom, electrical outlets (POWER! – something that has been in short supply over the last ten days!) and a dining car. Montreal was beautiful, some really cracking old stuff – I’ll be going back there next year for some festival or other, I’m sure.
But more importantly, I’M IN CANADA!! Which means… I’ve stepped foot in EVERY country in the Western Hemisphere!! Woooooo!
It was supposed to take two months, it ended up taking three (I blame the government). But now all I need to do is hitch a ride on a cargo ship leaving Halifax this week, and I’ll be able to double (or triple) my country count in just a couple of weeks. Huzzah!!
But now I must confess that it’s my fault that the video blogs haven’t been updated for soooooo long – I honestly hadn’t had the time. But fear not! I’m going to try and get the Dominican Republic video sorted before I get off the train, and once I get back to blighty, I’ll have all the other four videos – The Linge Trader, Central America, Stuck in Florida and Cuba sorted for you.
You lucky bunnies.
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Just keep on trucking!!! or training???
I am following your journey every step of the way.
Drop us a line sometime…..
Graham, sure wish I could have treated you to a pint in the …erm… Montreal train station? I had no idea you were passing through this fair city. Shucks.
It’s a shame you didn’t have time to dawdle around the states. Next time you get the chance come to Los Angeles or Houston. Lovely cities man, and lots to do. Keep on truckin’ mate!
If you get the chance to pop to Prince Edward Island you can live my Anne of Green Gables dream for me…
Graham, been following your progress well done, makes entertaining reading.
Realizing now that you were here for an hour or so more than three years ago. Sorry you couldn’t hang out for longer. If you ever do make it back to Montreal — for those festivals or for any reason — message me as I’d be happy to offer up a couchsurf or buy you a beer.