We left our campground in east Toronto around 9:30 am, a bit later than expected. Sleeping on the pull-out inflatable is really like camping… Ouch! Although the bus is decked out with the most incredible amenities, there is no where to put anything! Stepping over this and that to squeeze into… But I digress…
We stopped in Kingston for a bite and parked our trucks where we could. The Rock Star bus is towing the SUV, so driving any which way but forward is impossible. We pulled into a lot and the inevitable happened, we couldn’t get out without backing up! So we had to unhitch the truck and back up the bus, and rehitch the truck! Oh well, the one hour lunch turned into two!
Back on the road, we see the end is near… But … Wait for it… The bridge to the campground is out! You can’t get there from here! We had to detour back on the highway, go several Kilometres past the campground and come back on ourselves! We finally pull in, set up, and sit back and enjoy our first martini! Mmmmm! We had reservations in old Montreal which we’ve changed three times; I suggested that we scrounge the cupboards and make dinner on site instead of driving the thirty minutes to Montreal. Everyone jumped on it. We had sausages on the grill and beans (no vegetables!) and wine! We sat out at our camp fire and enjoyed the setting and our friends.
It really was an adventure, and I’m firmly decided that this type if camping (or any type, for that matter) is NOT for me! I am really going to enjoy the four star hotel with the king sized bed tonight in old Montreal!
Our friends are driving us into Montreal and they’ll do a bus tour while JT and I will explore on foot ourselves – maybe a little shopping too! And I need to eat a salad (salsa does not make up a food group!). We’ll meet up for dinner tonight.
The second photo shows the boys ‘pulling’ the truck to line it up with the bus to re-hitch!
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This is definitely one rock star bus! How does it handle the turns…that’s my only fear!!!! (That and mountain roads.)
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It’s got a wide turning radius, Kristy. But it did make a few tight turns once we arrived in Montreal. It banks quite steeply, which is a bit scary. You don’t need a special license to drive it.
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Sounds like a delightful “on sight” dinner. What else could one need… good friends, open air, sausages, beans and wine! Lovely 🙂 Any chance of photos from inside the bus? I’d love to see what it looks like on the inside!
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Hi Charles. Dinner was very tasty indeed. There was a Dijon mustard that went perfectly with the Italian sausage! And your almond cake was a gigantic success!
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You’re my kind of traveler. Arrive, get situated, grab a martini — although I usually have a manhattan. No matter the drink, having one signifies “I’ve arrived!” I hope your hotel room is better than you’ve imagined.
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It’s wonderful, John! The old part of Montreal is very European!
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You definitely earned that wine. I wouldn’t be surprised if you buy a motorcycle after this. Also, salsa is too a food group!
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Hahaha, Greg! Salsa a food group?!?!!?!!
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I completely understand! It’s luxury camping at it’s best….but I’m a hotel kind of girl. My sister and her husband travel full time (they have a 41′ diesel pusher) and love it!
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So true Ann, you either love it or you don’t! I like being at the cottage, or downtown! Slow room service is roughing it to me!
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