You must be a tourist.

Sunday, Kat and I decided to go out for a little cruise around Montreal. I've lived here for about 3 1/2 months and there are many thing I still haven't seen. I know the area around my school very well, and obviously the neighborhood we live in, but there are large chunks of the island I've yet to see.

I invite you to come on a mini-tour with me. Filled with wonder and passion. Danger around every corner. Asians with cameras! Come now, shall we?

Driving to the east end of Montreal, there is a gigantic green orb perched on the side of the mountain. It is Saint Joseph's Oratory.


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Like the Sears Tower, you can see it from far away and it is cool. As you drive further east, another monster looms out from behind the buildings and trees. It is the Olympic Stadium.

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It is where the Expos used to play. It is truly a magnificent sight.

I didn't take either of the above two photos, I just google-jacked 'em. I just wanted to give you an all-encompassing journey through our Sunday. So after the stadium, we head south. We cross the bridge and pull off to take pictures of the whole island. Kat and I got some really cool ones.





You can click on them for a bigger size. So now comes the fun part. We are driving up to the spot where we took these pictures and its really secluded. It's snowy and cold and a Sunday on an almost deserted island. Well the island isn't really deserted - there's an amusement park and a casino there. But right then it was deserted. Or so I thought.

So Kat pulls off into this snowy parking lot kind of thing, and sure enough, there is a busload of Asian tourists taking pictures of everything in sight. It was quite funny and Kat got this nice picture of the bridge with some of our friends in it.

The truth is that I am no different than them. We were driving around Montreal so I could take pictures. Well except that we weren't on a chartered bus. And there isn't this long standing stereotype that fat Americans and their Canadian girlfriends compulsively take pictures. Or is there?

The last stop was this gigantic metal sphere thing. The funny thing about it is your insticnts ruin the picture. Instinctively, you get closer to something you are going to photograph. And if the thing is small, you are a better person for having done that. Compare that to something that is, say, huge and cloaked in trees. Then you just get twigs and metal bars and a Canadian flag.

As I was taking this picture, the unmistakable rumble of a diesel engine started to get louder as a bus of our Asian friends drove up, point-blank, to the large metal dome. I bet their pictures SUCKED!