We arrived in Montreal around 9:30 and off we went to search for the place I booked.
In that moment, I managed to turn at the wrong direction and made the journey longer than it was supposed to be. However, we managed to find the place and dun dun dunnn, the place was closed.
We waited, and waited, and waited.
A woman was also waiting for the management to come. She was looking for a place to stay before settling down at a proper place as she just came to Montreal to continue her Masters program. We tried conversing and I failed miserably because a) I don't really understand verbal French, b) I can't speak French. She tried to speak in English but when she couldn't find the right word, she just blurted out the word in French instead. Oh well...
While waiting, I managed to get hold of the person hosting the place I booked and found out that we were moved to another place to stay. Uh, so yeah. That didn't go well. Somehow, the management came and boo, we got scolded because Aadila was mad and apparently, the guy was annoyed that this happened way too often (angry customers) and he was not the one to be blamed. I guess I don't entirely blame him for throwing a fit and attitude but he could've been nicer though...
So, Aadila was furious that the host did that and (we) decided not to stay at the other place he provided after all. I had to go through the painstaking process of cancelling the booking and thankfully, I got full refund!
If it were up to me, I would have gone to the place and check it out but yeah, that's not quite the right way to handle things so I went with the flow. As we cancelled the booking, we were left with no place to stay and so, I tried google-ing for cheap hotels by 'borrowing' a restaurant's free wifi. I sat on the sidewalk and surfed the net like nobody's business.
Luckily, Aadila has searched for a place before too and I, (unwillingly, because of the long distance charge) let her use my phone to call the place to see if there's any availability. Alhamdulillah, there's one but we booked a room with shared bathroom (because it's cheaper and I wanted to stay in my budget).
The hotel is YWCA which stands for Young Women's Christian Association, I think. Since it has women in it's name, I thought it would be a place for just women to stay but boy, was I wrong...
*insert dramatic drum roll*
To be continued...