Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Volume 7, Issue 137; 01 Aug 2004; last modified 08 Oct 2010

I made my way to Montréal today for Extreme. Hardly an arduous journey, as these things go, but not without its moments.

I made my way to Montréal today for Extreme. Hardly an arduous journey, as these things go, but not without its moments.

First, I noticed the neat reflection on the propeller assembly of the little Beechcraft that got me into Canada. I think mirrors are photographically interesting.

Propeller Mirror
Propeller Mirror

I passed through the terminal and past customs with relative ease to find the ATM out of service, but that was OK because the cab driver was willing to take plastic. He wasn’t, unfortunately, able to take me to my hotel. For the second time in recent history, the cab driver gave up halfway through my journey.

He had a good excuse, Montréal was divided essentially in half by the Gay Pride parade. The airport was on one side, my hotel on the other. The cab driver did his best, he gave me $2.50 in local currency and left me, bags in hand, at the Metro station with instructions about what stop I wanted.

If he’d been right about the stop, it would have been a short walk. As it was, it was a second cab ride. But I got there, dropped my bags, and strolled down to the parade.

Montréal Gay Pride Parade
Montréal Gay Pride Parade

I only caught the tail end of it, but it looked like everyone was having a lot of fun.

Fun or not, I had a tutorial to finish so I couldn’t stay long.

Comments

IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE. I got stuck in a two- or three-hour line at customs, then had the same problem you did with our cabdriver. We were close enough to walk, fortunately.

—Posted by Dorothea Salo on 03 Aug 2004 @ 09:02 UTC #