Cross Canada Adventure – Ste. Foy.

May 26, 2014

Ste. Foy, Quebec – 10:01 a.m.

As it turns out my ticket fix from last night did two things; firstly it took off both eleven hour layovers, and secondly it took off a day. This means that I’ll be arriving in Moncton on the evening of the 26th, rather than the originally planned afternoon of the 27th. Rather exciting for me, to be honest.

From Montreal to Ste. Foy there is mostly just highway. There was a wheat field, but just one. On the way out of Montreal you have to drive past “La Ronde”. La Ronde is an amusment island; like an amusement park, but on its own island (in case you couldn’t tell, that’s a personally coined term). So I took some photographs of an empty roller coaster in a sun rise. Though, I find it worth mentioning, that on our way out of Montreal we passed the church where my cousin was married. I won’t name names, but let’s just say a certain female genius photographer.

Unfortunately, as I’m taking the photos with my phone and writing and publishing the articles on my laptop, I’m not able to add any photos at the moment. But I’ll put up a separate album on the site once I get home that has all the ‘Cross Canada Adventure’ photos in order. I feel I should warn you all in advance that I have a penchant for taking pictures of old buildings and fields.

I am, in fact, really feeling better. Now I can focus on what I’m doing instead of falling asleep on luggage trolleys. I get in to New Brunswick at about 5:40 this evening, and it’s 10:15 now – so I wager I have somewhere between five and seven hours of Quebec left. Which is fine with me, I like Quebec. It’s cute, lots of helpful people (I don’t think I’m actually capable of moving my bags on my own), and good coffee.

But I won’t lie; I’ll be happy to see New Brunswick. Canada has surprised me the whole way here; from helpful strangers making sure I got my bags on the coach, and surprisingly polite teenagers working at fast food restaurants, to a terrain as varied and infused with personality as the people who inhabit it. I keep catching myself putting off writing these articles until I finish watching the sunset, or after we pass this lake, and ever until a new passenger on the bus is finished telling the story of their fishing trip. I thought I would have a lot of time on this trip to catch up on some reading, finish a season of one of my favourite television shows, or maybe get some adequate sleep; but I never expected the view out my window to be so captivating, or to change so dramatically. And as I’m looking out my window now, distracted again by my first sight of the St. Lawrence in far too long, it’s still surprising me. The power of the landscape, the way I can see it has affected the people, and the way even the familiar things, especially the familiar things, bring a sense of wonder I was worried wouldn’t show up on this trip. It makes me begin to think that I’ll get that sense of tireless adventure back. It certainly isn’t going to be taking over any time soon, but I can tell that it’s there; nowhere near a flame but a steady spark that has no intention of going out.

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Cross Canada Adventure – Montreal

May 26, 2014

Montreal, Quebec – 5:54 a.m.

It took until the terminal at Montreal for someone to suggest to me I get a luggage cart for my three bags, violin, and carry-on. All I could think standing there at five in the morning was ‘damn, that’s a good idea’. I just sort of wish it had occurred to me (or someone else) earlier. But, better late than never, and it was a wonderful pick-me-up to not have to bodily haul my luggage about everywhere. And here I was concerned about missing my work out!

Montreal continues to be one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever been in. I heard someone say once that Montreal was Canada’s answer to Paris; and if that’s the case, then it’s an apt reply. Montreal never makes me miss Paris – it just makes me excited to be in Montreal. Now if I could just manage to wake up enough to speak some coherent French.

Cross Canada Adventure – Ottawa

May 26, 2014

Ottawa, Ontario – 12:12 a.m.

The Ottawa bus depot plays dance part music, and the staff talk to me about my Star Trek book. So I put on my ‘Emergency Dance Party’ playlist, and figured I’d write in an update. There isn’t any wifi at this terminal, so I’ll probably end up posting all the updates at once when I get back on the bus.

I ordered a sandwich from the Mr. Sub (my first time at any Mr. Sub restaurant) and accidentally distracted the poor kid working so badly that he poured boiling water on himself when I asked for some for my tea.

I ate half of my sandwich, read three chapters of my Star Trek book, and now I’m trying to decipher my ticket. It seems I have two back to back eleven hour layovers. I’d really rather not. I’m going to go ask the service attendant if they can make anything of this.

Cross Canada Adventure – Kanata

May 25, 2014

Kanata – 8:05 p.m.

Kanata, for anyone wondering, is a suburb-type-thing outside of Ottawa. It’s close enough to be on the Ottawa public transit system, but far enough away to warrant its’ own Gray Hound stop.

Ontario has beautiful sunsets too. More lichen still, but the sky is wide with sunsets like the East Coast. I never understood that about out west – they call it ‘big sky country’ but I never felt like the sky was any bigger than it is back home.

No moose yet; but I don’t expect there to be – it’s been a bit chilly. No wifi on this coach, either. It’s an older one. This means I’ll be three updates behind by the time we hit Ottawa.

The ginger tea did work and not only did the nausea die down, but I had a really nice nap as well. So I’ve had some donuts, two chocolate bars, and a package of fruit gushers. I checked in on the internet this morning at a rest stop in Petawawa, so everyone knows I’m alive. We’re coming into the township now, so I’ll sign off.

Cross Canada Adventure – Sudbury

May 25, 2014

Sudbury, Ontario – 11:30 a.m.

We stopped somewhere for breakfast around 9:00 a.m., but I was still tired and a little ill off the coconut, so I just stayed in the bus and went back to sleep. I actually slept last night and Dave bought me a bottle of water, bless his pointed little head, so I feel markedly better today.

I’m at the bus depot here for two hours before I catch my connection to Ottawa. So I washed my face, changed my clothes, ate my pineapple chunks, and had three carrot muffins. With two hours out of motion they shouldn’t cause too much trouble. I’m also going to make my “Super Ginger” tea from David’s Tea that I brought with me. I can’t find any Gravol; but ginger is supposed to help – hopefully it will. It’s rather difficult to focus on adventuring when all you want to do is curl up in a ball.

Cross Canada Adventure – Timberland Trading Post

May 25, 2014

Timberland Trading Post, Manitoba – 6:00 a.m.

For the record, I googled this place and couldn’t find it. It was literally this general store called “Timberland Trading Post” with a road running off to the side and nothing else. So yeah, pretty middle of nowhere.

My friend Dave’s stop is here. He’s a cowboy hat-wearing missionary who used to like in Venezuela and New Guinea. He taught me how to count to ten in Pigeon (a language spoken in New Guinea comprising of elements from English, French, German, and other languages). WE stayed up until midnight talking and swapping stories. It was lots of fun, and made me think of some other globe-crawling friends who love to swap stories.

While we were talking, I ate a whole container of coconut chunks, and now I can’t think of them without feeling nauseous.

Last night’s stop in Terrace Bay ended up not happening – rather confusing. But we stopped in Thunder Bay earlier on in the afternoon. Our stop was two hours long, so I walked to the super Wal-Mart and stocked up on food. It looks fun – I’m excited to live there.

Cross Canada Adventure – Upsala

May 24, 2014

Upsala, Ontario – 4:53 p.m.

Ontario has a lot of lichen, and moss. It’s not been very grassy so far. There’s lots of swamp and the algae turns the water red, so it looks like pools and river of blood. Very interesting.

Lunch did not sit well, even though I only ate the sandwich and didn’t touch the fries. Through I think it’s mostly the temperature and motion of the bus rather than the food. I went to sleep after lunch and woke up about an hour later. I think the food did me good. I’ve been nibbling on the fries since I woke up, and to no ill effects, so I’ll attribute the nausea to the constant and excessive motion.