Toronto to Ottawa and Montreal - Montreal, Ottawa, and return to Toronto

One of the greatest parts of being far from home was the freedom. I did what I wanted, when I wanted, with whoever I wanted. I met new friends like Mark and Maria. I met up with old friends along the way like Adam and Mike who housed me and let me chill with him in the man-cave. Time always flies with Adam and Mike had me learning and laughing like always. Yeah yeah, bonehead, I know!

The ride to Montreal was a breeze. The weather was beautiful, the bike was zippy. It didn't seem to matter how fast you went because no one was out there, and everyone got out of your way. Finally somewhere that respects the "if you're in no rush, get in the damn right lane and stay there" rule! Before I knew it the trip meter had me at 1k km in a few days. I wasn't really pushing myself, and considering the daily party I was having, that was a good thing. Alcohol is so cheap and readily available in Quebec, it blew my mind!

Simply leaving Ottawa every morning for a ride through small picturesque Quebec towns, sun shining, free of restrictions and responsibilities for a week left me really happy. Some might find it immature, but I was really comfortable, and at peace. I had all the belongings I'd need for a week crammed in one bag, so yes I missed the luxuries of home, but great friends and great roads made it all so worthwhile. There's a lot of comfort in making your own way through the world. I can't wait to see more of it.

Thank you everyone who made this trip possible. From my boss and team-lead Anthony and Michelle for letting me take the time off; Mark for the cooked meals and many laughs, talks and good company; Maria for being a cool chick, next time I'm in Montreal I'll call you, loca;  Adam for the beers, always good to see an old friend; and Mike for always helping me out, even when I don't listen too good.