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.