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September 01, 2010
After several days house guests become a lot like fish, they start to smell. We headed for Toronto to see more friends and new fish bowls, the common denominator here is that these are all friends that have moved away from where we lived, leaving us alone and friendless. I’m not bitter though, really I’m not. We even got to visit our friends from Vancouhver in Toronto;-o Thanks for dinner guys!
Marcus and Noeline saved the day to which I’m eternally grateful, they had arranged a dinner and an outstanding birthday cake for Deya. I am, of course, a useless imbecile when it comes to my wife’s birthday and hope that she doesn’t eventually return me as defective. Thanks guys for the save!
After saying our goodbyes we headed for Canada’s capital, Ottawa. Deya was excited and seemed sure she would get to meet with the Prime Minister. Unfortunately he was busy dancing up in the Arctic or she would probably have secured a meeting. Ottawa is one of my favourite cities, I love the old buildings and the easy living atmosphere. Right across the river is Hull in Quebec and this makes for a nice mix of English and French. If the opportunity arises I would love to live there for some time or at least visit for a while. Deya and I wandered around town and saw some evening festivities at the government buildings before heading back across the bridge to Hull where we were staying.
The next day we headed out towards Mont-Tremblant. The roads in Quebec were harder than any we have been on. As we headed North I was a little surprised at two things: first many of the homes seemed shabby, a bit like a reserve and second it seemed as though every 3rd home was for sale? It seemed that every other thing was up for grabs too, the car, the bike, the scooter, trailers, wood, kids… I just don’t get why it seemed so excessive. I worry about the potential loss of our Quebec culture and uniqueness as a part of our Canadian heritage but I think the unstable issue surrounding the separatists keeps the rest of Canada from really being able to protect this part of our history.
Mont-Tremblant, in contrast to the communities en route was a lovely little resort town. We filled up on gas, Deya lost her prescription sunglasses and it was getting late. We had to still find camping and the search for a place is always stressful. Not because finding something is so difficult but mostly because it’s distracting while you are riding and there is a lot of doubt about things like safety, breaking a bylaw or just pissing off the locals. Deya finally spotted a good place and we set up with time to enjoy dinner.