Montreal monday, 22h10-6h=16h10

So I pick up where I left off.
Upon arrival I call up Steve again. This time he answers, so I tell him that I have a room in a youth hostal, not to worry....
He asks me if I'm sure, that he is happy to pick me up from the airport, which he says is an hour away by bus,... I decline ones, but when he asks again, I gladly accept, as the busride would cost me again and so on... So yes great! He will pick me up and I will stay at his place tonight even though I have booked that room.
I ask him what kind of car he drives so I can recognize him, he says a Lincoln. After which I realize I don't know the first thing about cars, so I ask him: 'What colour?' He says: 'Cream'. I reply: 'Which kind?'. He laughs.
Good Start.
So amazingly, we manage to meet a half an hour later, and he gives me a Montreal by night tour in his creamcoloured Lincoln.

That night I go to bed at 12AM, for me its 6AM in the morning.
I sleep like a baby... in a normal spare room, no dungeon.

This morning is Labour Day, we go for coffee. A crazy frenzy business on the streets of Montreal.27degrees C. I decide that that night I will sleep in the youth hostal as Steve is having another friend over. So we make vague plans to meet up later that day and I walk around town and take it all in.

Arriving at the hostal, a nice girl behind the counter decides to not charge me for the previous night, -jeej- , gives me a free subway ticket and a really good deal for the next 2 nights.

The glass is still halffull.