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Brian & Deya met in Vancouver Canada. After a few years together we were married and made choices. One was not to have children the other was not to take life for granted. The rest is yet to come.

September 01, 2010

Into the grip of Quebec City

The morning was thick with fog and neither of us slept well. It can get cold at night, not too cold but enough to wake you up. This morning we got up early and packed quickly, the tent was still wet. There was no way of knowing what we would find as we travelled through the thick fog and deeper into the depths of Quebec.

We travelled East and South, fog lamp on and keeping within sight of each other, the traffic was light in the early morning and we were thankful for that. It was a while before the fog began to lift and the sun was shining. Just about then we found we were entering the land of the Shawinigan Hand Shake, known for its teeth clenching and tiger claw grip, a greeting made famous by Prime Minister Chrétien. We knew we would have to be careful, these liberal brawlers where not to be trifled with. Fortunately we found a safe haven (Tim Hortons) and quickly found refuge in the corner where everyone could look at us like monkeys in a cage. Deya pulled out the Tim’s Card (compliments of Dad) and you could hear the sigh of relief. Then, when she ordered there was brief chaos as people scrambled to find a translator, shortly after we had two bagel breakfasts and a coffee, no sugar.

The streets were well marked but we left with a crazed look, sweat dripping from our foreheads, jumping over curbs and crashing through intersections like mad foreign troops. Like good soldiers though we never left a trace that we had been there only the mystery in the minds of the people in that place, the curiosity of what made us tick, where we had come from, the strange accents and that unbelievable Tim’s card with the Saskatchewan Rough Riders emblazed on the front. As we rode out of town my rear view mirror betrayed a silent secret, the people along the road, hands raised without waving, solemn looks in their eyes as though they wish we had stayed longer, as though they wish they knew.

We rode like the wind and it was windy too, until we reached the outskirts of Quebec City, QC. The GPS navigation leading us directly into the fray, the city was awesome, similar to Europe, but with a different culture, language and way of life. Winding our way through the narrow streets until we reached our final destination, stopping at the only open spot, surrounded to the front and rear by angry taxi cabs and flanked by happy and confused tourists. As we tried to dismount and move our gear to the hotel, our meagre possessions splayed out like a gutted pig, they moved in for the kill.

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