A taste of France, in canada!
Trip Start Jun 01, 2008
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So i arrived in Quebec and made my way to my hostel. One thing, if you ask someone if they have a booking for you in French don't then - in french - say to your friend... "i don't know? Do we." Thing is you see i understand you!! After muttering 'wanker' to myself several times about the man at reception (who had made the above comment) i dumped my bag and took a walk around the winding cobbled streets and down to the water. It was a charming little place, lined with on that day a market.
I wandered around and headed back to my hostel to check in and take a snooze after having to wake up at 5 to get my ride further north
My days were filled with lots of relaxing enjoyabal chats with strangers, walks up very steep hills, eating the epic breakfasts they serve at the hostel and drinking at the bar in the evenings.
There was in continuing my canada tradition a total nut-job at the hostel, this big massive fat woman who walked about muttering to herself staring at people and eating humungous bags of crisps then chicken wings and everything else in sight! Nightmare! Anyway i walked along the boardwalk by the river, sat and listened to buskers, took in the view and headed to the top of the hill to overlook the city.
The buildings were very french and very aesthetically pleasing. I loved the cobbled streets and the european feeling it had. The people were all really arrogant - they speak french. Really what else to expect!
There seems to be a lot of war history around, loads of canons which were good to climb up on and sit and look over everything. As far as things to actually do there was not a lot, it's one of those places i guess but as i said. Nice to wander around in and relax!
My next few days were spent in what can only be described as 'transit'. Train from Quebec to Montreal, (again under the pretense that i was indeed a student- my MIT jumper helps i'm sure of it!) montreal to toronto, a night in toronto, including food where when i looked at the menu in the chinese i was in the waiter said "ask if you don't understand anything, i know it's pretty daunting! hahahaha!" yeah funnily enough mate we have chinese restaurants in britain too... honestly! Saying that Toronto was much nicer than i recalled... as previously mentioned i was miserable when there last.
Anyway next morning was the tube, bus, plane, airport, another plane and i'm LA. One night there, one morning in the glorious sunshine. To wake up to palm trees and blue skies again was frankly bliss.
I write this from LAX airport where incidentally the staff of Qantas airlines are all retarded... just in case you should ever be round this way! Beware. I fly to New Zealand in 3 hours... 13 hours on a plane! oh well i have a fully charged i-pod a new zealand book and a plan that involves drinking margaritas before i get on so i can... hopefully... pass out and sleep for most of it!
Speak to you when i'm down under!!