Continuation and end of my trip to Sherbrooke, Quebec with the party this time.
The aircraft landed on the runway. I am in Canadian territory. I begin to wait to have some place to go out, I take this opportunity to watch the unloading of baggage by the door. The transition between the aircraft and the baggage train is a start of 2m by hand. Quite reassuring.
In search of a wicket:
Once off the plane, I still have to queue for half an hour at customs. There a dozen positions, ca advance quickly. But the worst is still ahead of me, I have to go through immigration. In a small room, I found the last of a girl holding two dozen French. He has only two windows, and each person remains 10 minutes. It really advance, but then really, no. A third window finally opens, we begin to hope. But another closes! Then another. Until the last window still open farm too! There are still a dozen people in the room. Out of spite or desperation, everyone starts to sit down. In good French, it criticizes the administration. We're not out of place at least. A few minutes later, the service resumes at a rate of two wickets. The worst is that three employees will not stop beating around the office, sit down, turn on the PC to request an information to a colleague, then start nowhere.
3h after my landing, I finally get out of the airport ...
In search of a dwelling:
But I have another problem. It is more than 21h or too late to join Sherbrooke. So I have to find accommodation in Montreal. I know that my three colleagues from Polytech ', arrived a few days earlier, had an apartment on the island of Montreal. They warned me not to hesitate to contact needs. Good thing I have a big need there (no bad puns ^ ^). Have neither their address or their phone number, I only have the internet to find them. Wifi airport is paying, I decided to take a bus to downtown. After questioning the inhabitants, it tells me that I could find a wifi access to the bus depot. I do not know why, or common, but Greyhound buses emit free. So here I am sitting on a bench in the bus station in Montreal, laptop on his knees, then with an internet connection (Yataaa \\ 0 /). However, I must be quick, because if it goes, I lose the connection!
So I send an email to the three housemates to ask them to connect to MSN or Skype. In good geeks, I think there are necessarily one of three just surfing. Indeed, a few minutes later, here they are connected. They accept and welcome me!
20 minutes later, here I come to the meeting place. Thibault expects me to guide me to their apartment. Strange situation than to meet a familiar face in a completely empty subway station on the other side of the Atlantic. But it is frankly fun too!
After a travel day, I can finally ask me a bit and spend a pleasant evening with Montreal.
End?
After a restful night I must move on. Sherbrooke but not far off. After 2 hours of bus, then 20 minutes by bus to university, I finished by 15 minutes of walking.
Here I am finally home! The adventure is over, or rather begins ....
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