The next morning John took us out for breakfast and then Luke and I hit the road to hopefully make it to Quebec City by the end of the day. It was pretty cool driving the 401 threw Toronto on another beautiful day, but once we got out of the greater Toronto area on the 401 we ran into a serious situation.
We where in the middle of passing an 18 wheeler when all of a sudden the truck driver decides he wants to turn into our lane, were a tiny car and it’s a huge transport truck, there was little we could do to prevent it from crushing us; We where lucky enough to be able to merge onto the shoulder of the road so the truck wouldn’t run us over and create a huge 50 car pile-up.
Let me tell you that some of those transport tuckers out there are fucked in the head, because he totally knew we where there.
We rolled into Montréal right at rush hour which isn’t much fun trying to maneuver our way threw traffic on streets were not familiar with to continue on our route threw the city. Not to mention sitting in the heat of traffic wasn’t all that thrilling, but we made it threw the city in decent time considering.
On our way to Quebec City we ran into 2 different thunderstorms and saw 2 different rainbows one of them just as we where on our way out of Montréal and the second one was just before Trois-Rivieres.
We then stopped for the night in Trois-Rivieres at a nice sized hotel. We went down to check out the lounge they had their, ordered a few Keith’s in spirit of almost being back home in Nova Scotia, but it wasn’t as easy to order a plate of nacho’s and a pizza as it was to order some beers when the waitress/bar tender can hardly speak English.
She turned out to be very nice and we both learned to speak a bit more of each others languages before the end of the evening.
