My protest photo of Ottawa parliament
Once in Montreal I had a mere six, seven hours before the bus to Ottawa.
Literally, this was the only place my Greyhound Discovery Pass would take me.
Ottawa, Ontario, the capitol of Canada is cool and all, but the irony was not lost on me that the last time I was stuck in Montreal, I wanted to go east and instead, ended up in Ottawa.
Oh fate, you are cruel. Am I destined to end up in Ottawa? Is it a sign?
Keeping Shakespeare in mind (What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide) and totally in context, I decided it would be best to stop fighting my ticket and just go to Ottawa.
Also on my mind, was the knowledge this was decision day—from Ottawa I had exactly enough time to travel, by bus, home. If I decided to go south from Ottawa, I would be choosing to fly home.
I’ll decide once I’m in Ottawa, I thought, and proceeded to play The Sims2 for the next three hours. Oh yeah, I was pulling an all-nighter in the Montreal bus depot. Luckily, I already knew it stays open 24/7 (yeah…I’ve slept there before). Although now that I think about it, I should have called one of my friends in Montreal and had a mini-adventure while waiting for my bus.
Also, what was the rush to leave Montreal? It’s such a great city.
I guess since my eastern plans were crushed unmercifully, I wasn’t up for new ones.
So, I played the Sims and continued knitting my SMD and waited until dawn came round. Then I got on my bus (spoke to the driver in English, what a relief), snagged a sweet mid-range window seat and fell asleep.
This was the first time I’d slept since the halfer couch at Jen’s apartment. This is because the Montreal bus depot is totally dodgy, even with a grouchy bilingual security guard, and the panhandlers are seriously aggressive. And I slept soooo soundly.
We entered Ottawa during morning rush hour. I watched out the window, looking at all the familiar sites.
By this time I had heard back from my Ottawa crew. Since it was a Monday, no one was really available until the afternoon.
This made me grumpy.
A friendly beggar waving to passing traffic entering downtown Ottawa
I could’ve chosen to be happy in the capitol, done the sites (cat sanctuary at Parliament buildings), taken my photos and meet up with my friends.
However, I chose instead to be grumpy and take poor photos in protest to being in Ottawa at all.
Once at the station I grabbed my bag and looked at the departures. I had two choices, both leaving within two hours: Vancouver via Sudbury or Toronto via Pembroke.
These were the two options I was debating between as well.
Instead of choosing I went and had breakfast. The diner at the Ottawa bus depot was a choose-your-own-adventure. I could pick from any of the ingredients, build a breaky and pay… whatever the cashier wanted to charge.
It was awesome.
I think I chose an egg sandwich. Actually, I only wanted egg on toast but I received a fried egg with cheese in between two pieces of rye toast. Cut in half. Then the cashier looked at my coffee and sandwich, waved her
wand hand and said, “How about five bucks?”
My sandwich was so amazing. It reminded me I hadn’t eaten since my poutine in Quebec City. Whoops.
In the end I chose to take the Toronto bus, noting the via Pembroke. In Pembroke I could connect to Bancroft, where Chris had offered to pick me up and let me tag along on his golf adventure spanning from Lindsay to Whitby and beyond.
Flying home. Yup.