
As I got on the plane and left Vancouver for Montreal in late July, I was wondering what to expect. Five days later as I left Montreal for New York, I had come to realise that, much as had happened with my visit to Hong Kong, Montreal was a whole lot more than I had planned for and imagined.
In a way I had expected Vancouver to be more interesting and entertaining than Montreal, and if I’m honest that’s definitely partly to do with my French upbringing, where the Quebecois are often a source of ridicule, complaints and jokes. And it’s also to do with my family’s comments that Montreal wasn’t all that and I probably wouldn’t enjoy it that much. My dad had said the same thing about Kuala Lumpur and Hong Kong, telling me that KL would be the more interesting of the two, yet it turned out HK was the much more entertaining and appealing city. As for Montreal, it was so good that I can honestly say it’s the only place of all those I visited in this entire trip that I would seriously consider moving to. On the other hand, I already had a feeling before leaving Vancouver that Montreal would probably be more interesting than I originally thought, as quite a lot of the people I met and hung out with in Vancouver told me that Montreal was amazing and had, in a way, a lot more to offer than Vancouver (aside from the nature that is).
I was lucky enough to have a friend (big up Lewis!) living in town who not only offered to put me up but also showed me the good spots. As luck would have it, there was another friend of his (big up Ben!) staying at the same time as me, so for the first time in nearly two months I actually had someone to hang around with everyday rather than doing the solo traveller tip. I arrived late on a tuesday, and after making it to the central bus station in downtown Montreal, I waited outside for Lewis and Ben to show up while taking in the surroundings - the city was pretty quiet, given it was nearly 2am, but one thing that struck me straight away, even though I couldn’t see too well, was the architecture and how diverse it was from other North American cities I’d been in so far. And the next thing to hit me was hearing people speak French, as a bunch of African cab drivers were standing outside the station chewing the fat, and speaking in a very strange, but fascinating and attractive, mix of Quebecois French and, from what I could gather, African patois. Within five minutes of being in town I could already feel that this was going to be a lot more interesting than what I’d thought, and I wasn’t wrong.
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