I had an unusual pair of back-to-back business trips for work the last two weeks. During the week of June 6th I was in Germany for a few days, and last week I was in Montreal for all of about 48 hours. It wasn’t enough time in either place for me to do much visiting, so in the end I felt like I had spent the whole time in transit.
Flights from the US to Frankfurt, Germany often end up at a ‘remote parking stand’, which means they wheel stairs up to the plane, and you take a bus to the terminal. I’ve done this several times, but it’s always amazing to stand on the ground and look up at the majestic airplane that just carried me across the ocean.
The engines in particular are huge, and awe-inspiring:
The bus ride to the terminal is a little more mundane:
For this trip I stayed at a hotel that is run by my employers, and is across the street from headquarters:
I must have taken that picture on Sunday when I arrived, because during the work days I was there, I never got back to the room before 10:00 at night.
Speaking of late nights, my flight to Montreal was delayed by weather, and I realized with surprise that I had not been delayed on a flight in a long time.
In contrast with those mighty Lufthansa flying machines, my Air Canada regional jet was, well, a little more humble:
Montreal was every bit as lovely as I remembered from my two prior visits. They even have a bike sharing system like Paris, though I didn’t get a chance to ride:
My hotel in Montreal was far too cool for me – it was a swanky boutique around the corner from our office, not far from McGill University. There seems to be a rule in these places that the hallways have to look like there’s a power outage:
The room did have a deep, deep bathtub, and so I got the rare opportunity to take a soaking bath in the morning:
I also got the chance to watch Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals in a Canadian sports bar, which seemed fitting, though the Montreal Canadiens weren’t playing:
Truth be told, there were more Boston fans than Vancouver fans in the house, given our relative proximity to Beantown. In any event, the crowd was lively but not terribly invested in the outcome. There was no rioting in Montreal after the game was over.
So in two weeks’ time, I picked up four passport stamps and about 9,000 miles (14,400 km) of air travel. That’s a lot of time in the air!