Bonjour, Montreal!

My trip to Montreal for the 12 days of Muharram was nothing short of an exception and an exclusive voyage.

Although the trip itself began on a negative note, since my non-stop flight on Air Canada was cancelled, and that a 1 hour flight was extended to over 4 hours via Ottawa, the stay in itself was beautiful. Like I said, I'm not too fond of AC, but I must admit, their Embraer jet and service on the return flight was a step above what I expected. Inflight entertainment on a 1 hour flight? Impressive.

Montreal is a beautiful city, and in some ways, looks like a down-sized metropolis reflecting Manhattan - but about 90% smaller. The landscape around the city itself is unique and beautiful, and what's not to like? It's a French city in the western hemisphere; every road sign, street name, business name, neon lights, are all in French - and I found this intriduing since I have always wished to travel to France. The mere experience of foreign culture is always top on my list - watching how people live in various different parts of the world is exciting in itself.

The 2 weeks were met with a pleasant community, vibrant youth, and hospitable families. I cannot forget the courtesy that was portrayed by the hosts on various occassions.

Many of the halal restaurants featured middle eastern cuisine, leaving the broader spectrum of an international culinary selection very rare, almost next to none.

The weather, while cooperative during my stay, was bitterly cold. Temperatures averaged -10 to about -20 (C), at times even more, which left you feeling as if the cold entered your skin enveloping your bones with an uninviting grip. What helps is a nice hot cup of tea, perhaps one every 2 hours - leaving a slight warmth that hibernates the moment you step back out again. No wonder they have a Tim Hortons almost every three blocks!

Overall, it was a much appreciated trip, leaving another global experience in my string of journeys over the past 4 months.

And it's not over.