Montreal and our golden ticket

Before we left Wellington I didn't really want to get travel insurance. My thought process was:

1. Insurance consists of you paying a relatively small amount of money which covers you in the case of a rare thing happening (gambling)
   
2. If one of these rare events happens, you win, and they pay you.
3. This is a worthwhile gamble if you cannot otherwise afford the cost of the rare thing, and it the event is possible. The rare bad things can never be completely avoided, but if you are young, healthy and travel smart, you can cut the risks.
4. The house generally wins. This is displayed by the simple fact that insurance companies exist.

Anyway we ended up getting insurance as a license to not worry. It turns out we got a winning ticket.

Upon our arrival at Montreal airport, we were informed our bags had not made it (from Ottawa, which is a two hour drive away). Air Canada took our details, and said they would be couriered to us within hours. It was 10pm. The delay caused us to end up at a motel (not the plan), which pissed me off, until I remembered our golden ticket. We read the policy to see that we would be entitled to replace $1500 worth of essentials if the bags took more than 12 hours.

We went to bed excited like it was Christmas; was Santa really coming?

Never have I been so happy to get back into dirty clothes. The bags arrived at 5.30pm, and we all lived happily ever after.

So anyway, turns out Montreal is totally sweet:

Marché Bonsecours - Montréal
Originally uploaded by Nino H


Gare-Hôtel Viger - Montréal
Originally uploaded by Nino H

Notre-Dame Basilica 1
Originally uploaded by Shutterscript

And the day bid a candy-colored farewell
Originally uploaded by IrenaS

The most wonderful time of the year
Originally uploaded by IrenaS

Round the bend
Originally uploaded by IrenaS

Bucky's dream
Originally uploaded by IrenaS

We have found ourselves a temporary apartment, and some groovy wheels. The trick now is finding jobs to pay for them.