Friday
While on the train:
- I am used to travelling (at least by land) through the prairies and mountains. Compared to those, the Ontario/Quebec countryside is very deciduous, meaning not yellow and flat, nor green/gray and mountainy - just slightly hilly, very green, and overall very friendly, inviting and pleasant. I find travelling by train to be less executive than flying, but moreso than driving. I think I quite like it.

- There is a group of women at the back of the car I am in. Occasionally they start whooping and shrieking and carrying on. I haven't a clue why, but it is likely involved with Montreal somehow. (Or they could all be batty. One can never tell, you know.)

In Montreal:

I have basically been wandering St. Catherines street, with small detours off occasionally. To sum up, Montreal is probably the most urban city I have been in in recent memory. Its closest competitor would probably be Toronto, but I have only seen most of the TO from the 401 or other majorish thoroughfare.

Montreal is very interesting to wander through. I was surprised at how bilingual it is; far more so than Ottawa, as Ottawa is only really bilingual from a top-down perspective (that is to say from the government's POV). Furthermore, Montreal is also the only city I have been in where the strip clubs are a) on every block, and b) advertised to an astounding level, including promises of full-touch danses and replete with neon lights.

I am currently writing in a neat little pizza place, awaiting my food, and now pondering my next two problems. In the first, where I am going to spend the night, and in the second, how I am going to allot time to get back to the train station. I have much to see while I am here, and an unknown amount of time to see it in.
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  ¶ 7:58 p.m.