puking and the metro

food poisoning on the road

hey folk, i'm physically weak. being subjected to food poisoning really sucks. i will not have steak for a long time. especially ordered anywhere near rare. memories of pukin' suffice.

yesterday i was on the montreal express from toronto, and i got sick again. on my weak stomach, i puked out all the best pad thai i had ever. earlier that day, i took the go train and bus to hamilton, and the express bus back to toronto from hamilton. i felt alright, and knew i wasn't up in my best. i got back to toronto with only one meal in me, plus beer. i wasn't sure if i should eat for the sake of eating. my stomach needed food i knew, but [i] opted not to get anything. it was a good decision.

two hours into my trip to ottawa from toronto, i started to get sick. i barely made it to the bus bathroom, and i puked all over the seat, most of it in the hole of course. i'm telling you, because this is important. in depth in the adventures of me.. well, anyway.

i was sitting right behind the driver, so i was sitting at the furthest seat from the bathroom, and i was sure to have thrown up in the aisle, landing some noodle on someone's foot. it could've but didn't happen. well, the second time was basically the same. i finally put on tiger balm. it comes in handy.

we got out of the bus, realizing that the driver did indeed rush his way. i knew then that i was going to give them a complaint letter definitely. i totally have been using their services many times, and i've never had a problem. but! for me to have to vomit, induced by a cowboy driver, wasn't how i pictured spending my evening.

i got to montreal finally without anymore gross stuff coming out of me, knowing that i would be early for the metro/subway system. so i sat. continued my scarf for my grandma.

the metro

transit fare is the same in toronto $2.50, which is expensive in toronto, but more expensive in montreal in comparison to the price of their metropass.

i love the metro. it is indeed quite different than the subway system in toronto. not just the bigger platforms, artistic value of it's construction, smaller cars, but!! the people who ride them. montreal is the place of students. for the independent in love with romance.

my cousin told me he'd pick me up, but i said i'd take the metro. my reasons. i'd stay in all the days i'd be here anyway, it would be nice to take the metro for at least that day. fine gentlemen waiting on the platform.

it is ridiculous. so i'm there with vomit in my hair (not apparent), waiting for the first train to come, crocheting, exhausted.. i move my backpack from the seat next to me to my feet. there were more and more people on the platform. two minutes later, someone sits next to me.

he asks for the time. i got confused the first time he asked me. my french is mediocre. i said, "oh," and got my phone. we started talking, and in french! yikes!

okay.. well after i get off the metro.. everything winds down..

home in montreal

i found my way to my aunt's place. slept. ate congee. emailed. watched chinese dramas. crochet'd. blog.

tomorrow visiting grandma.

had indian dinner with friends on sunday. pictures up when i'm back from holiday!~