Since we’ve got in Canada, we are not only the morning person but also the night person. In another word, we don’t sleep at all. It’s not because we’ve got a energizer super power with the total eclipse but because of our lovely holiday house. OK, OK, let’s be honest. It’s sorry to say a house, more like a rabbit cage. But as we’ve put the potato and cucumber in it, let’s say it’s a vegetable cage. However, I don’t care the size to sleep, I don’t use two room to sleep anyway. Then why we don’t sleep? It’s because of the dream.
First two night, I had very weird dream. There was a girl who shouted right into my ear from time to time and group of people were chattering under my bed. I also went to drive with bunch of African guys listening ‘Boom Boom’ hip-hop music with full bass. And the worst part was somebody put a police siren next to my bed and it rang every 10 min. What the…
But finally, the third night I’ve woke up with a girl’s sharp screaming. And I realized it was not a dream, everything was really happening in the real life. The only fortunate thing was that they were not inside my room but just under my window. When I looked down the street, there were a lot of traffic and drunken people in front of our apartment. Our room was 7th floor but I heard all the noise like hearing in my room. The super quality apartment has the super quality sound isolation. Actually, we’ve learned much later that the next 2 roads from my apartment is one of the biggest party street. So all those drunken people go home passing by the road in front of my room and a lot of police cars are there to keep them ‘safe’. So we cannot sleep by night because of the extreme noise and also cannot sleep when they’ve gone home(around 5 in the morning)because of the glorious sunshine all over the room (the room is face to east). Therefore, every morning, I look like a forgotten potato under cup board for 3 months.
And KiKi look like this when I wake up later than him,
and like this when I wake up earlier than him.
We also have special event in this room. The whole house can enter the 14 inch television include KiKi.
I sometimes have to run next to the window with my food middle of cooking. Because we have fire sensor straight up the stove but we don’t have the cooking fan. It seems the fire alarm hates butter melting smell as he shouts when I do it. So when the butter is well melt and the steak cooked nicely I have to run and wait in front of the window till they become all cold and crappy to finish cooking a while later. Or I can just bear the ear piercing alarm sound but I have enough noise by night, it would be nice if I can avoid it at least by day. So I run.
This is the famous smelly corridor. It smells like group of homeless and alcoholic guys eating spoiled curry with old cheese while smoking cigarettes.
This is the most exciting part. The elevator stops sometimes 20cm higher or lower than floor. And also from time to time door doesn’t open so you have to push it very hard to escape.
This is the romantic balcony. It’s very narrow and old. Forget the romance, it’s better not to enter to keep us alive.
Stop complaining. We have some good point, too in this apt. As we are on 7th floor, we have nice view from window. The silver roof church between trees.
And the position is close to everywhere. The center, shops, festival area, most of famous places and public transport. Most of them are in walking distance.
And it’s good fun to watch people from up position. When I don’t feel like do anything, just stand in front of window and watch people. I can spend more than 2 hours on this activity.
Our friend, policeman. They don’t sleep, non stop working for 24hours. Even they showed me a Hollywood spectacle for the last day event. They chased 3 guys and arrested them in front of my window at 2:30 in the morning. About 5 police cars gave techno bar effect in my room when I tried to sleep hard. That was very fun but I was like a sick chicken the next day.
So for somebody who want to visit Montreal, I strongly do not recommend this apartment. It’s not only crappy but also expensive. ;) (Unless you don’t come home often and have non stop party.)