With our band of merry travellers in differing degrees of distress (ranging upwards from very) Sunday morning was always going to be a challenge and with skinny Chris setting the pace for early departures (0845 flight) a great deal of goodbyes needed to be squeezed in.
For our hero this meant breakfast with Bill
and Walkup, lunch with Corbett and Walkup (at a place called Schwartz’s which is allegedly a Montreal institution, why is beyond us as the food was foul) and late lunch with Phillip before eventually settling in at the bar at the airport and a very long wait until the flight home.
For our hero this meant breakfast with Bill
and Walkup, lunch with Corbett and Walkup (at a place called Schwartz’s which is allegedly a Montreal institution, why is beyond us as the food was foul) and late lunch with Phillip before eventually settling in at the bar at the airport and a very long wait until the flight home.
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