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A while back I was invited to give a talk at Nicolas Cowan’s lab group meeting. The meeting was slated for November 5, 2025 at 11:00 am. The plan was for me to give an overview of some of my thesis work (time allowance between 20 – 40 minutes), entertain some Q&A, then head out to lunch with the group. Here’s how it played out in chronological order with approximate time stamps.
Days before departure. I work on my presentation, get feedback from the PVL lab, and confirm people would be interested in Montreal style bagels upon my return.
Night before deparature. I decided to downsize my small duffle into an even smaller messenger bag. I would be travelling by bus and I prefer to have my gear with me at all times if possible. I had already purchased my travel tickets and booked a room to stay. The only things I needed to prep were a change of clothes, electronics, a notebook, and some hygiene items. I set an alarm clock for 7:15 am.
7:15 am. Groggily wake up and roll back into bed.
7:45 am. Force myself up and crack open a new container of toothpaste (the previous one had been packed away since I couldn’t find any travel sized ones).
8:00 am. Make coffee. Get dressed. Wonder where my keys are. Search for keys. Fill up water bottles (3 L, who knows!).
8:30 am. Out the door…and into the car. It’s about an hour drive from where I live to Black Creek Pioneer Village where I was planning on parking.
9:45 am. I arrive later than planned. I had accounted for traffic, but it still made me nervous. As someone who regularly gets lost walking around campus, I pulled out my phone and triple check I’m actually headed towards the subway station.
9:55 am. Quick bathroom stop at the Chemistry building! I knew the bus would have one, but… well.
10:00 am. I reach the subway station, slightly wheezing and wondering why I brought such heavy bags and why my laptop has to weigh 5 lbs and my preferred notebook is of prodigious size (I looked it up, it weighs around 480 g). I need to add money to my Presto card. I catch the subway just as I reach the bottom of the Pioneer Village station terminal.
10:20 am. I’ve sent a message that says, “tba if I catch my bus”
10:30 am. We’re stopped. Why are we stopped.
10:40 am. I think we arrive at Union. It is now time for me to figure out where the bus station actually is. Has anyone seen Union station? It is a big station. At least construction is done.
10:58 am. My phone messages indicate that I made it onto the bus. I recall arriving around 10:45 am, scarfing down some food, and watching as someone got their bag stuck in an escalator. Instead of trying to remove their bag from the escalator, their immediate first thought was to call someone on the phone. Meanwhile 2 other kind passerbys were trying to help disentagle the person’s bag while a third person pretended to help but was actually just waving their hands around.
11:00 am. Departure. I message the friend I’m meeting for dinner and let them know I’ll be in touch. On the bus, we stop twice. Once at the Scarborough pickup location and once in Kingston (1:59 pm). The Tim Hortons near the Kingston stop had shockingly palatable food. We also did a strange bus change up that was unexpected and I ended up on the second level of a double decker. I think the first half I was more frustrated at the passengers nearby. One person purposely sprawled out over two seats so no one boarding at Scarborough could sit down next to him. In the second leg, an influencer family managed to take up 6 seats while snapping at each other and the person behind me yawned very loudly every other minute. Earplugs were insufficient.
3:48 pm. I give my friend a heads up that the bus may be running a bit later than expected and schedule dinner for 7.
6:05 pm. “j’arrive! in montreal traffic that is. shall report in when I check into the hotel”. My plan was to go to the hotel (15 minutes away by transit), drop off bags, and head out to dinner.
6:22 pm. The bus seems to have stopped moving, but nothing is happening. No one moved. A few minutes passed and we started looking at each other.
6:26 pm. I finally decide to go downstairs and find that everyone on the first level has already disembarked. I guess they just didn’t feel like announcing anything to the folks upstairs. I start trekking to the subway station. I was prepared! I had looked up how transit would work and I knew I could buy a ticket there.
6:30 pm. I finally find the metro and I am met with someone that says, “it’s closed”. Oh, okay, I guess there’s an issue with the subway. That happens back home too. I purchase a bus ticket for 24 hours instead. There are many options to purchase. I notify my friend I will be late for dinner, and I get back the following message “um, transit is about to not be working”. Why yes! How did they know? “the stm is striking”. Oh. OH. (STM = Société de transport de Montréal)
6:33 pm. So much for going to my hotel to drop stuff off first, I’m off to dinner directly!
6:43 pm. I can’t find my friend 😦 Is it possible I’ve forgotten what they look like? He sends me a location pin. Oops. He’s next door and definitely not in the extremely rowdy pub. We have dinner with him and his wife, catch up, and I eat some Montreal smoked meat poutine. It might have been the wrong choice, but it was the choice I made. I saw videos of Gwen (their cat) pretending to chew plants to get attention. It was an excellent dinner, though we did try for 5 minutes to get a waiter’s attention.
8:30 pm. We head out and my friends walk me to my hotel over 20 minutes away since it was on their way, and well, the STM is on strike.
9:00 pm. I get settled in, do a requisite check for any critters hiding in the sheets, and pull out the 5 lb laptop. It’s time to do work.
11:00 pm. I close my laptop and set an alarm. I think I’ll try taking transit tomorrow morning if I can figure it out! If it doesn’t work out, McGill is about a 35 minute walk away.
8:30 am. Continental breakfast. They were playing American television I think. Check out.
9:10 am. I have reached the metro and… I got the wrong ticket. Walking to McGill it is.
9:45 am. I arrive in front of the Trottier building. I go inside and look around. The building is quite large, and I wasn’t told where people would be. I check my email again. Wrong building.
9:48 am. I’ve made it to the Trottier Space Institute. The front entrance is up a set of metal stairs and the building seems like it could have been an older house. The first floor has a few meeting rooms. I am looking for a graduate student who typically starts work around 10. I trek up to the second floor to look around. At last! A familiar face! Nic welcomes me and we chat for a bit about McGill, though he indicates he has a meeting at 10. I had been invited to come a bit early to meet folks, but it seemed that he was the only person around. We discuss how bikable Montreal is, and I reveal that my biking skills are mediocre. I also get a better understanding of how the two different Trottier fellowships work. I admire his adansonii hanging in the window quietly.
9:59 am. Nic unlocks the grad offices for me and indicates that if I sit on the couch, I might just get a squirrel come sit with me.
10:21 am. I am a little stressed about the upcoming meeting. I message a friend who used to go to McGill and ask about his bagel recommendations, I had missed what Nic suggested. We discuss how reasonable it is to go for a two hour walk for bagels. It seems reasonable if I leave my items at the office. I think about getting a tote bag to carry bagels (as my bags are full) from St. Viateur. It is threatening to rain. I am informed there are albino squirrels in Parc lafontaine. I nearly fall asleep staring at the tradescantias on the window sill.
10:45 am. One of the grad students comes in, I introduce myself and ask about the squirrels since I had yet to see one. I note that the promised construction noises had appeared.
10:55 am. We head off to the Rutherford building for the group meeting.
11:00 am. The meeting starts! I get brief introductions from each one of the group members present, and hear short summaries about their interests. A few folks aren’t present due to injury or travel. it seems the STM strike did throw off a few schedules. We are astounded that the projector worsk immediately when I plug the HDMI cable it into my laptop. I deliver my presentation (around 35 minutes running time) and periodically get questions throughout.
12:05 pm. We head out to our reservation for lunch (about 8 of us). The menu comes as a surprise, it seems the restaurant has refreshed it! The rosemary lemonade was excellent. I receive a few more questions about my work and consider whether or not planetary defense might be a good angle for relevance when writing up proposals. I explain the concept of semi-hydro for growing office plants when away for long periods of time.
1:30 pm. Nic offers to take another look at my application and we review for ‘WTF’ sections. This version is much better. We discuss what specific contributions I might have for exoplanetary science investigations and illustrate a few different phenomena that affect lava planets. He suggests I chat with one of his PhD students who has been working on the problem from a different perspective.
2:00 pm. We’re cutting it a bit tight to go get bagels, but I swing by to see the grad student (we had met earlier this year at DPS-EPSC, so it was good to catch up!) while he’s prepping coffee for some sort of daily meeting. We chat phase curves and transit methods, and start thinking about the implications for observations of lava planet atmospheres.
3:06 pm. I inform my friend that I may not acquire St. Viateur’s.
3:10 pm. We had forgotten the coffee. Fortunately all was good and we got cookies ready for the coffee and cookie hangout the folks in the building did on the daily. I heard about designs for telescopes. I explained what I was up to and why I was around. People were interested in whether or not we would get explosions on Titan. We get turfed out when they start the astro journal club.
3:45 pm. There is no way I am going to St. Viateur’s at this point. I might as well stick around and write down a few of the ideas we had come up with. We look at a few proposals and I think about how infrared is really not going to get what I want, which is atmospheric composition. I get an alternate bagel shop recommendation and info on the bus station. I am told there is an overhang area. It is still raining. No squirrels have come to say hello thus far.
4:05 pm. I’m pushing it real last minute. I speed walk to a bagel shop, get a pack of 6 and order a buttered one to eat.
4:40 pm. I’ve arrived at the bus station and investigate the public bathroom.
4:50 pm. We start to board. Traffic is bad as you might expect. Rush hour, rain, and Montreal. I complain about the early sunset. I attempt to sleep on the bus. This goes poorly and my shoulder hurts.
8:30 pm. We arrive at Kingston and the bus driver informs us to return at 8:40 pm on the dot.
9:06 pm. We are still in the parking lot. The driver is walking to and from the bus. I am considering alternative plans if the bus does not return to Toronto in time, and calculating at what point the subway would shutdown before I reached Pioneer Village station. I contemplate staying the night in Kingston as I’m likely too tired to drive safely when I do get back.
9:11 pm. A cryptic message about not using the front stairs plays over the intercom, and we’re off.
12:05 am. We reach the terminal station.
12:08 am. We finally begin to disembark. A friend greets me (I promised bagels in exchange for crashing the night). We go get late night coffee and try out robo coffee. There is a lid dispensing button that is very delightful.
3:00 am. We continue to discuss various game systems and a boardgame design I’m working on. It is far too late to be awake.
8:30 am. I get on the subway.
9:30 am. I make a slight detour to drop off a bagel for our undergraduate administrator and transfer the remainder of the bag to one of my labmates.
9:45 am. I’m in the car, on my way home. Phew.
It was a very long and fun two days. It is unfortunate that it was raining on the second day, but the day I arrived the city was quite beautiful. The strike had thrown me off a bit, but I had intentionally planned my travel so that it was walkable if I wanted that option. The second day was quite a blur, so the timeline around coffee might not be quite right. Much thanks to the folks who made this all possible.
I managed to take 3 whole photos while I was physically in Montreal.

















































