After a relatively nice, yet short, night’s sleep in the
newly cooled room we were up and off to walk to the train station where we
arrived at about 07:30. Here we got on the free train service to South Station
where we then switched over to a bus service that we caught to the airport
terminal. Due to our overly punctual arrival at the airport we then had quite a
long wait for the plane that would take us to Montreal, Canada.
The plane was only small, seating about 100 or so
passengers, but made its very quick 50 minute flight to Montreal with no
problems whatsoever (thankfully.) It was here at the airport however that we
were to have fun and games as we waited in the queue for immigration. The lady
at the booth started questioning the two of us over our immigration cards and
circled the fact that we’d be in Canada for about 30 days. She then asked us if
we had any food stuffs with us to which Danny informed the lady he had some
Ritz crackers (which should be fine.) Corrie then informed the lady that she
had a tin of chicken in her main case to which the police lady instantly
pointed to the unchecked “Meats” box on Corrie’s form and asked Corrie if the
Chicken was a meat (tut tut Corrie!) Corrie must have developed a strong
relationship with this can of chicken as she had held onto it since the end of
our San Francisco to Las Vegas tour despite Danny’s best efforts to have her
just bin it.
We were then sent through to the immigration room where we
each were given a ticket and then had to sit and wait for our numbers to be
called. This was a long process and time passed so slowly until Corrie was up.
5 minutes into her conversation with the officer here and they decided to bring
Danny into the talk as well. After a thorough grilling about our plans and
accommodation etc we were finally released to go and claim our luggage which
sat all alone on the conveyor belt patiently awaiting our arrival.
Customs weren’t done with us yet and we were then routed
into a room where we had to explain and then show what the food we were
carrying was. It was funny to see the officer’s face as she picked up and
examined Corrie’s precious tinned cargo and exclaimed: “This is chicken?”
Next we got on the bus that took us on the long ride to the
area where we could find our hotel and, after checking in, we went straight out
to get some Canadian dollars and some food. Corrie got some cooked pasta put
into a couple of plastic pots whist Danny found a cheap sandwich for his tea.
Back at the hotel we quickly devoured these and then proceeded to eat some Ritz
crackers along with the infamous chicken in a tin – which happened to taste a
lot like tuna.
Both drained from the day and feeling even more tired for
eating we soon drifted off for an early night to prepare our bodies for a long
day tomorrow.
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