I saw a supermarket on the way there so stopped off to get some food. I went inside and had a look around, I still had no idea what I wanted to eat. In the end I settled for something that wasn't healthy at all and in the long run was probably a bad idea. I got some smoked herring, some hot dog rolls and some hot dog relish. I have no idea why I got what I did, it tasted nice, but my goodness was it smoky. I had a sandwich or two as near to the river, but far enough away from bloody cargo shit. After my belly was full I went for the market. The saltiness of the fish left me feeling parched, I really needed a drink. All I had was some water and it really wasn't doing the job. I finished my water and decided it was time to head back to the hostel. I had been out and about all day in the scorching sun, walking to the edge of the city and back again.

It was a freakishly hot day, I needed to get out of the sun. I walked around making sure I was in the shade for the most part. It was after lunch, I hadn't eaten. I have been getting up early but for some reason not eating breakfast. I was right at the other end of town, it was very residential, so much so that I couldn't see any shops or restaurants or anything. I walked back into town close to the river, not too close though. Most of the river front was obscured by the shitty train track and crane set up. I don't know what it is but its very industrial.

I came up to it, the giant spaceship in the distance. It was a huge concrete structure, round with a big tower. The giant communication tower standing tall like a big phallus. The whole Olympus village was a huge inorganic concrete town. Scattered about were these insect eye like domes, eyes opening little peep holes to the huge underground car park. There was even a separate stadium called the biodome, now used for exhibitions. I really wanted to go to the top but then realised what would be the point. The view around was pretty crap. I have already seen the whole city skyline from the top of the hill. I walked around and around, it was such a cool building. I was very impressed. The more I thought about it, the more I realised how much Zaha Hadid was ripping off the idea for the Olympic village in London. I'm not saying she copied it exactly, but she must have definitely taken more than a little inspiration from it. As I wasn't doing anything there, I left. I could see some weird roof in the distance so I went for it. Little did I know it was a church. It was a very modern church and looked amazing but, it was a church.

I woke up early in the morning. It was my last full day in Montreal and I wanted to see more of the city. I had pretty much walked around the whole city already, I just fancied seeing more places I had laid eyes on yet. I set out for the Olympic village. It was right at the other end of town. The complete opposite to where I went yesterday, up the hill and to the market. By the way it looked on the map, not checking any scale, seemed like a very long way. I predicted it should take me about an hour to walk there. I made sure I had some snacks for when I get hungry, and I made sure I had filled my water bottle. It was bloody hot and sunny, so I would sweat and get dehydrated very quickly. I went on my way. The route was pretty much straight from the hostel. I could see the main arenas massive viewing platform from well away. It looked like something you would see in the war of the worlds or something, not an Olympic stadium in a city. As I got closer and closer, it disappeared behind trees and houses.

I spoke to my friend from Toronto earlier in the day to arrange when I was going to be there. I decided to go a day later than planned, the bus ticket was less than half the price for the next day. It made perfect sense, I would save money and spend more time in Montreal. The only problem being the fact that I was on a much tighter budget now, a lot stricter than I had been previously on this trip. In some cases and places I had been spending far too much, way too freely. I still had two months to travel the west coast of the states after Canada, so had to save as much money as I could. I found out some pretty important information when I spoke to him. He told me to get off at the stop before Toronto as it was much nearer his house and as I was arriving around rush hour would make much more sense. It would be easier for everybody involved.

I walked back towards the hostel but a much longer and indirect route. I would sacrifice my hunger for a great view of the city and its buildings. I was now on the opposite side of the river, I had a look around as to what there was here, other than abandoned warehouses and converted warehouses. There were cycle paths and cyclists everywhere you looked so walking became full of danger, if you weren't observant then a collision would be immanent. I walked along the river, it may have even been a canal, it was a rather small source of flowing water. I could see a cool looking suspension bridge in the distance, so I headed in that direction, I knew it was roughly the same direction as the hostel so I wasn't going out of my way. It ended up being a lot further than I thought, when I got near it I noticed that I had gone the wrong way so had to find my way back. The easiest way for me to do that was to head somewhere where I could easily see the down town area so I could judge where the hostel is in relation. I was knackered from walking round all day so I was looking forward to getting to the hostel to put my feet up. After about half an hour of walking I made it back to the hostel. I put my recently acquired vegetables in the fridge and sat on the sofa. I didn't cook for myself until a good while after. Then it was drinking time, only problem was I had no drink, I would have to buy some. I noticed a few places on the way back that had promotions on beers so I went in one and got a twelve can pack of PBR. It was about twice the price as in the states but it was still cheap, for Canada at least. All I did for the remainder of the evening was just copious amounts of PBR. I also spoke to some guy who was writing a dissertation in one night for a presentation at the library or university or something. Good luck to him, he had to write thousands of words and do a presentation in front of a crowd.

I hadn't actually eaten anything in any way substantial yet today. I was starving, I had been walking around all day long, building up a huge appetite. Now I had ingredients to make my food I wanted to get back to the hostel as quickly as I could. Food, food, food.