… into the Sainte-Foy coach interchange about 15 minutes early having missed out on Longueuil on our way down.
Not that it did us much good because the café was closed up.
I can’t believe the commercial opportunities that people are turning away these days – and then they are complaining about a recession when they have captive clients and they are turning them away.
But enough of my rant for the moment. The wait of 45 minutes was quickly over as the bus out of the city down the Gaspé puled in early too so we all clambered aboard for the next leg of our journey – alighting at Riviere-du-Loup.
A two-hour wait here even though the bus was already in and waiting. No electricity either and a “confused” internet set-up too.
I curled up on my seat and tried to sleep, but not that it did me much good because I couldn’t drop off very easily.
With arriving 15 minutes early in Florenceville I had to wait 5 minutes for Rachel and she drove me down to the tyre depot. With Ellen being ill, Rachel is having to work today.
It was quiet there today – Darren and Hannah are away tractor-pulling in Bowling Green with Perdy in the Pink, but there was plenty of coffee on offer. And I needed it after my overnight Odyssey.
Amber and her boyfriend were going back to the house at lunchtime so I cadged a lift, made myself some toast and coffee and then had a nice hot shower.
And, as you might expect, crashed out completely. According to the fitbit I’d had 1:06 of sleep during the night on the bus.
Rachel was back at teatime and we spent a long time putting the world to rights, and then made a mega-soup for tea. We were joined by one of her friends who is helping out with the accounts at the moment while Ellen is indisposed.
She had made a really good salad that went down a treat too.
But I wasn’t up for long. It’s cold and wet outside, not at all like a Canadian summer, and I was feeling quite tired so I made my excuses and had an early night.
Tomorrow is Sunday and the legendary Taylor breakfast brunches. I need to be on top form for that.
