Tired as I was I looked around for a regular bus stop at the bus station which seemed to be in the middle of an industrial area. Luckily it was just in front of the Greyhound Building and a nice old guy told me that this would also be the right stop for the busses into town. And we only had to wait 10 minutes or so. When I told the bus driver the name of the hostel I was heading to, he told me at once he’d tell me where to get off. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know where I was going to because he got it mixed up with the second hostel in Thunder Bay. So, when we waited at the Central Bus station a lady approached me to tell me I was on the wrong bus and I had to go back the same way. Thanks to the nice driver on the next bus I didn’t have to pay a second time. He finally dropped me off on the right stop and from there it was only about 5 minute walk to the hostel…jippieh….
As always in traveller’s life plans change within hours – or minutes…. so, after I couldn’t find tickets for the formula 1 race and the cancellation of my car ride to Montreal, I decided to head to another farm.
Since I was already fed up with tourist attractions I decided to work off some of the calories which had added up to a good 2 kg plus of body weight. A bike rental at the local bike shop would have cost me nice 40 bucks for the day, that’s why I asked at the hostel reception if the bikes in the backyards of the house are for rental. Apparently, there didn’t ask too many people before because I got a bike (after only 2 hours of waiting) for ridiculous 10 Dollars (per day!!! 🙂 ).
Since Julia’s foot was still hurting a lot we spend most of the day at the Complexe Desjardin, a big shopping and office centre where also a medical clinic is located.
