Tuesday 23rd August 2022.
Another sort of lie-in this morning as the little one slept until six forty five. We had already packed most of our bags ready for the journey home, with just a few things left to do. This left us free to entertain the grandson while his parents packed up all their belongings ready to go to a cabin in the woods north of Quebec City for a few days before they too come home.
We are being taken to the train station but we have time for a pit stop before it is time to go. We park in the old port area close to the station and have a stroll around the area looking for a cafe. There’s a rather impressive fountain near the car park, but no cafe.
We walk for a little while before finding somewhere that not only has coffee but also a chalk board, chalks and some bubbles to blow so that children may be entertained while you eat. The coffee tasted good to us, although we are not coffee drinkers, but the cakes were not quite as tasty as they looked (we were hoping they would have some of those almond and apricot biscuits we had in the other cafe, but no such luck). For some reason it declined our credit cards and we had to break out some cash to pay. Hope it something to do with their machine not our cards.
Time to return to the station - which was rather an elegant building. Compare and contrast the station with a Government building close by.
There is a sculpture trail through the small park with the fountain and some display cases with the story of the old port and some artefacts recovered from shipwrecks.
Hugs and kisses all around before we board train 35 to Montreal. We only have economy seats but they are quite roomy. There is food and drink on board but we have already pre-prepared a picnic for the journey. It will be three hours before we arrive in Montreal. The train first travels north out of the city, before turning and crossing the river so that we are now travelling along the edge of the eastern townships. There is a lot of industry and long goods trains to see out of the window at first until we pass into the farmland. Even then there were often trees alongside the line, which meant the views were not quite as interesting as they might have been. The train does a lot of ‘tooting’ or more accurately ‘blaring’ of it’s horn every time we approach a road or gravel track (which was quite often).
Some views from the train
We look at the maps and directions for how to catch the airport shuttle. We think that since it will be close to rush hour, the best option may be to take the orange line metro to Lionel Groulx and catch the shuttle from there. It is supposedly quicker to do this in rush hour as it will avoid city centre traffic. We have plenty of time between the train arriving and us having to be at the airport so it should not be a problem either way.
The train arrives at Montreal central station punctually. We decide the best route is the metro then the bus, if only we can find the metro. Resort to asking (twice) but eventually find it and jump on the train. The 747 bus was signposted at the other end of the Metro and thanks to a driver whose middle name should be along the lines of Max Verstappen (given his driving style - fast and barging into lines of traffic) we are easily at the airport by the required time. More confusion reigns as to which security gate we need to go through as we have so far been unable to find any mention of British Airways. Someone tells us it’s area A, which is right at the other end of departures to where we entered. Wander aimlessly in area A and do eventually find the British Airways check in area - but it’s closed. Speaking to some Canadian in a queue there we find out where we are supposed to go, and find out that they are on their way to Conwy and Cornwall to visit relatives. Novel to find someone foreign on a flight to Heathrow who is actually going to Wales.
Decide that perhaps we need to fuel up with some food now as the BA in-flight meal on the way out was practically inedible. We have emergency biscuits in our bag but think we need something more substantial. Find what looks like a decent cafe, choose items to eat and then ask for two weak cappuccinos (not wanting to risk asking for tea). The latter may have, in fact, been the better choice. The ‘barista’ had no idea what we meant by ‘weak’ cappuccino, despite it being described as ‘just one shot please’. It came and was virtually undrinkable, even after the addition of three sugars. After just a couple of sips we think it may well keep us awake for all of the flight and abandon any hope of actually drinking it.
Flight currently delayed by half an hour. Walk to the gate, which of course is at the far end of the International Departures section. The airport is very busy and we settle down to wait for our flight.
























































