Okay so we leave Niagara after taking care of some business with the motorhome, oil change etc. Frank is driving and it is an uneventful day, we are headed to Montreal but it is two days away so we spend the first night in Kingston, ON, nothing to write home about until about 1 am.
I had gone to bed early and Frank has stayed up to watch a movie. I was rather abruptly woken up with Frank saying honey we have a problem. The toilet had flooded into the kitchen and living area, the carpets were soaked and we couldn’t find what the problem was, after much head scratching, Frank turned the water off, we baled out and moped up and went to sleep thinking that there wasn’t much we could do about it and we would take care of it in the morning.
After a good nights sleep, we woke up refreshed, and started to tackle the problem, it was infact nothing serious, but it put us behind a couple of hours for leaving. We didn’t get on the road until 11:30 but not a problem we thought, Montreal is only 3 hours away.
Frank drove for a couple of hours then I took over, and was having the time of my life, thinking wow this is easy, just tootling along big roads, lots of lanes and no traffic. Aha, I spoke too soon, all of a sudden, we were in the middle of rush hour in Montreal on a Friday afternoon. Picture this, Barb at the wheel of this honking great big motorhome pulling a car. We are on a 4 lane freeway that all of a sudden becomes a 12 lane freeway with 4 lanes of traffic joining us from both sides. We have the GPS on and I’m not too worried, I figure everyone can see me and I am bigger than them.
Things go from bad to worse there are roads upon roads and we have to cross 4 lanes of bumper to bumper traffic to get to an exit, the GPS lady keeps saying recalculating, recalulating and I swear to god she’s getting angry because we are not following her directions. After 2 hours of being stuck in this situation, getting on and off the freeway, and taking detours, I think Frank was about to have a heart attack. I was actually having fun which made it even worse for Frank. All of a sudden the GPS stopped working and there we were stuck on some random freeway in the middle of Montreal and no clue as to how to get anywhere, now I’m not having fun anymore and we finally manage to get to an exit and pull over to see what the problem was with the GPS, still haven’t a clue, but she is working now and we decide we have had enough of Montreal and couldn’t wait to get out of there. So we set the sat nav for Quebec and off we go.
Sorry Jamie, I know you went to a lot of trouble to tell us where to go on our one day in Montreal, but our sanity got the better of us and we decided we’ll cover it another time.
We are now in Quebec City, settled into our RV site for 3 nights, waiting for Ed and Eileen to catch up with us, because they went to Ottawa instead of Montreal, smart people, I think. No pictures this time, we’ll save them for old Quebec City.