I was thinking the other day, I should really have been putting this videos up pretty soon after filming them, as by now I’m struggling to remember what I actually did this day, other than point my camera at buildings… But if it was that great I would have stuck my camera at that as well right? Well when you’re have a laugh then pretty much… No is the answer. Not always my top priority… I guess I don’t have the killer documenters instinct…. To show the world that I’m drinking vodka in a park.
So… What have we here? Well, this looks like Montreal. Which it is. As soon as we got out of that hostel, we met up with the nicest girl who who was super keen to have her first sofa surfers stay over. Except she didn’t give us her sofa, she kicked herself out of her massive double bed and put herself in with her sister. So in Canada me and Kian had spent 90% of the time sleeping in the same bed together.
when we were in Toronto, we pretty much did our own thing the entire time, and sometimes hung out with our hosts in the evenings. In Montreal, Cath came out with us pretty much every day and night, and she was so happy to show us around and give us the ENTIRE history of Montreal. Like a full blown history lesson that you’re actually kind of paying attention to this time. She had A LOT to say about this place, she obviously loved in, which is fair as it was amazing.
We when started seeing all the good parts I really started to think Montreal was way more our kind of place than Toronto, even though we had the best time there as well. Montreal has way more of a punk and hippie scene, which brings a lot of good music with it, as well as parties and colorful characters. Just having people with tattoos, rank hair and mental clothes all around you makes you feel comfortable, like something more is going on, and there’s a lot more culture about. Regardless of how much these kids do compared to dressing the part. Every night at 7 the streets went MENTAL as well for like 2 hours during which EVER REE BODY banged pots and pans and marched around in protest of… check this… an attempt to ban protesting!? They seemed to be doing alright.
This video pretty much just shows one pretty hipster (that word gets used even more than back home) street that we walked down, and although I didn’t capture any of the people (not THAT up for just shoving a camera at someone and saying stiff that Jimmy), I found there was a butt ton of sick graffiti everywhere. Although not as technically talented or perfected as the unbelievable stuff we saw in Toronto (here), this stuff had more of a true graffiti vibe about it, where kids were obviously just going for it, and laying down whatever they could. Gotta start somewhere, I think anything other than just stupid fucking scrawled marker pen tags make a city look so much better. And the good always overtake the generally shitty anyway.
As always, every night ended with some drinks in a bar and more back at Cath’s house, where the entire time she would chat about history and politics, and we would chat nonsense. And Kian ate Poutine. That’s the crap he got from McDonalds right there. I just remembered at the end of our week I went into the shop by her house and the girl at the counter said she’d noticed me come in and buy booze every single day. Keeping it British.