The Fulber

Rory on Montreal: Where to start? I guess the first day when we arrived at our apartment, supplied by none other than monsieur Gab Ekoe, we had to wait outside for a minute 'cause he was gonna show up with the key to let us in. But by the looks of the front door, I'm sure if we just leaned on it, it would fall through. There we were, in the most ghetto flat I've ever entered, let alone ventured to inhabit. I wondered who was in the bathroom when we first sat down, then realized it was just our shower that had been running for four months prior to our arrival, and would continue to run for the remainder of our trip. So, we were forced to take cold showers for a bit, until we figured that we could just go across the street to the local college and use their facilities. Warm showers are taken for granted until you're forced to take cold ones. The rest of the apartment followed suit-it hadn't been cleaned in forever, so we went to town on it and made it as cozy as possible. We spent almost three weeks there, drinking every night, and skating every day. It was definitely a good time.