So there I was, in Canada. Thinking about what I was doing there, in Canada. Every day. I didn’t come up with an answer. I felt like I wanted to leave though, there wasn’t much doubt about that. But having spent a fair bit of time and money on the visa and the flight, I thought that just leaving might be a waste. Maybe I would regret leaving. But I couldn’t think of any reason why.

Montreal or “Mon réal”, as they pronounce it in French. So square, every street is a straight line.

At a sandwich store yesterday, I order in English. The guy behind the counter is big, with a coarse face. Somebody you’d see as a bad guy in a James Bond movie. While we wait for my order, he asks if I speak any French. “Only a little bit”, I reply in French. A smile lights up his big face, he reaches over the counter and shakes my hand. Everything here is in French.

Montreal has been quite bearable so far, with sunshine and blue sky every day. There are signs of the harsh winters around though. Half the city can be reached underground and any door leading from the big complexes to the outside is designed to keep the cold outside. It’s a big western city, so in that regard its rather boring. The people are generally friendly though and the Asian food is very good.

Left Reykjavik some 2.5h late. Flying over Greenland was stunning. Had some minor issues at immigration but at 20:00 I was on the bus into the city.