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Stepping Out Solo
The time has arrived to surrender my wheels and revert back to travelling by bus. I bid farewell to Pumpkin at Burlington Airport car rental and Monkey and I board the Greyhound bus to Montreal in Canada.
Immigration control was no less intimidating crossing the land boarder than it is when arriving by air but it did feel more unique.
Within the first 30 minutes of being in the city I was already in a bad mood. I made a poor attempt to recall the limited French I'd learnt in school to request "Un billet S'il vous plait, Merci". I took an instant dislike to Montreal and my affection for the city failed to grow in the 24 hours I was there.
Randomly an episode of Coronation Street played on the hostel T.V. Get me to Toronto!
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