After receiving virtually no feedback on my job applications over the summer, I decided to make good use of my time and take another trip to Canada.
Conveniently, I found a cheap flight on Air Transat – and on September 20, I set off once again for Toronto.
I spent one night at the Canadiana, which I found to be OK, but not outstanding, unlike many other backpackers. The next day, I continued my journey straight away: I took the Greyhound to Ottawa to meet Tori for three hours for a (late) lunch or (early) dinner. We had typical local burgers.
At 7 p.m., I took the bus to Montreal. On this occation, I also discovered that it is possible to buy a ticket to Montreal and make a stopover in Ottawa without any problems. If you book two separate tickets, the trip is much more expensive.
After a 45-minute stopover in Montreal, the journey continued to Saint John, where I arrived at around 1:30 p.m. the next day and stayed at Sharon’s place in Newman House, just like last year. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite as clean as I remembered it from the year before, but since Sharon’s son’s wedding was coming up that weekend, there were probably other priorities at the time 😉
In any case, I had a whole dorm to myself and slept wonderfully there. I also received a valuable flight tip from other hostel guests:
Porter is a great low-cost option for flights within Canada.
I also got free wheat bran, which enriched my porridge in the mornings from then on.
The next morning, Friday, September 23, I boarded the 12 o’clock ferry in pouring rain, only to disembark three hours later in bright sunshine and with somewhat mixed feelings one year after having such a great time in Digby.
I had prepared myself for a long walk (about 3 km) to the hostel, but I hadn’t counted on the super-friendly residents of Nova Scotia.
After about 10 minutes of leisurely walking along the road, a large black Jeep with a middle-aged couple stopped. They had seen me on their way to the lighthouse and felt sorry for me (just because I was carrying about three bags ;-)). So they turned around to give me a ride into town – imagine that happening in Germany ;-))
After another 10 minutes, I arrived at the hostel completely stress-free, where Saskia was already waiting for me.
I was given a room in the sunroom, which I shared with four (very nice) German guys for the first two nights 🙂
The next morning, the usual hostel cleaning routine began right away, so there was no time for boredom or sentimental feelings to set in.
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