Saturday, October 18, 2008

Rock County Register Deeds

L'Anse Whining


Here I arrived in Gaspe (Brittany Quebec) has Anse Whining or I'll spend a week with Diana. The village shall have 50 people and no transport ... then a board if you want to travel without spending Gaspésie vast sums have to love the stop! As a general rule if you are traveling alone or lonely people stop easily! And not be afraid to come across weird people ... heuuuu, in these cases must be imaginative to find lots of topics of conversation ... and cross your fingers! but luckily it is rare.

The place is idyllic although the temperature is quite chilly! Diane is quite overwhelmed as it is to complete the exterior of a new home before winter. I therefore instructed to harvest his vegetables before the cold weather!

The atmosphere is quiet after the crazy week I just spent and they are very good. I take this opportunity to recharge my batteries, meditate by the sea and I make small trips!

I catch cold too because it is more cold ... Jove.






(View from my little hut)






(L'Anse mourner ...)



(Diane and I)

How To Get Rid Of Dark Spots

Back Saint Jacques le Majeur

After Saguenay here I go again on the run in Quebec (and yes again and again ). Two lifts (I m'américanise tabarouate) allow me to arrive at your destination!



(coffee with Pascale and Mamadou)


Then after a little rest here I go again to Saint Jacques (yet) or I'll pull a week to help Guy who is on leave Quebec to the decor of sand to the spectacle of Cirque du Soleil (Only that).




(same spot as the end of May but color change! Ha !!!!) fall

There I met Babette and Loic, two french a little fufu de Savoie, who also woofing for a week! We sympathize illico and we will spend a week very nice!


(Babette and Loic at work)

Program:

We collect wood ...




We cut wood ...




is cut of garlic ...




is made of fine sand castles ...



And it even takes the time to play the tom tom!!



After a week that goes at the speed of lightning and rending farewell I wield my thumb towards the Gaspe ...

Friday, September 26, 2008

Lady Doctor Penis Test Vedio

Lake Saint-Jean

Anyone with a modicum of musical culture québécoise at one time or another heard of Lac Saint Jean! For others, it is next to Chicoutimi!


(Chicoutimi, very nice small town)

Actually where I am now lies before the lake, namely in the Saguenay Fjord ... which is supposed to be prettier! What is true ... Finally, I suppose.


(Fjord)





(House)



(... My room at the top of the stable )

It happens during the day and Cilia and Jana decided to stay overnight. So here we are fetching apple juice, because the farm there are apples galore!




(top: Olivier, a friend french and Richard; bottom: Cilia, Louise, Jana and me)

Very quickly I found my bearings in this place very warm. I feel like a fish in water! Must say that all this is very nice joyful tribe. I'm at Mariko, and their son Richard Arnaud ... who live near their daughter and her husband Nai David and their four children ... and next to their other son and his wife Napesh Carmen and their three children, who is even younger next to the Fanny! it makes the world all that ... excluding Breton friends Derwella and Sam and their two children who are there for the holidays and a second woofeuse Louise! In short you will understand there are people in Mariko and Richard and it is pleasant! Wishes I had a sense of deja vu ... I believe in Notre Dame de Ham there!

As an activity, I quickly introduced to the dump chicken ... to the chain!





(grooving to the chain of chickens also have to say ... there are 40 to knock out!)

preparation preserves for the winter, manufacture of yogurt and goat cheese (mhhh) and yes again! and collection of vegetables of all kinds!


(the beautiful crop of pumpkins ...)


(still squash)



(wild blueberries .... mhhhh)




(Mariko, Richard and Louise rapidly picking blueberries)


(Arnaud full inspiration)


(heuuu. ..)

HHaaaa and above all I come across a small bookstore very nice comic who runs three days with several authors and book signings with guest ... Lewis Trondheim! I go running and comes to stammer a few words, the red cheeks I am so impressed ... another who will take me for a quiche! Misery!
Anyway, I do not care I dedicated my album haha!

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Back to Quebec City

As all good things come to an end, I decided to return to Quebec, especially since I'm tired of not understanding (well a little) in English (Okay I'm still improved eh ...)! I board a bus to Whitehorse greyhound (Again!) But this time for 4 days non stop, 94 hours away, heading for Montreal. After a travel day, my back loose and I finished the trip with 30 years longer, curved like a granny. I suffer martyrdom in every pee stop and the idea of wearing Libras crosses my mind for a moment ... yes yes! Before reaching
Edmunton, an unconscious (a little alcoholic must say) starts crying on the bus at 3 am. She finds herself ejected from the bus suddenly spikes in the buttocks! At night on a deserted road ... Dammit! is that not Mess with the greyhound. A group of Lunch's attempt the same feat but will settle down in the first somatic ... not very brave youth!
And with all these precautions I would not even see this one ear ... bear misery! Still tourist traps!

Practical Info: To sleep in Whitehorse, all hotels are expensive. A tip: go to sleep Beez Kneez Backpackers is a hostel very nice. It works as a youth hostel. It costs $ 26 per person which is nothing compared to other schools! A board yet, reserve in advance because it is always full and you may well find yourself on the street! For booking here: http://www.bzkneez.com/


Arrival in Montreal a surprise waiting for me! Jana (my German friend Golden) just get me back to the bus station with a nice car not new but nice nonetheless. Accompanied by a German girlfriend, we are all three part toward Tadoussac to see whales. It became entrenched in two days from home to Pascale and Mamadou Quebec which has just been invaded by an Ivorian friend and a Mexican (yet). It gets a good comfortable mattress in the street, drinking a lot, we BAFFR, we play the djembe and spend two days very nice!





Then
Tadoussac whales have finally deserted and the lake where John is waiting for me ... my seventh farm



(Tadousse in the rain ... no whales but a cemetery and a church)





(Cilia, Jana and me ... It does not look like that but it is the freeze)



(strategic place to observe whales, we said it! bin see!)

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Swollen Elbows After Excercise



After goats, vegetables ... the farm not cattle (except of course chickens. these chickens Haaa!) but the tomato, cucumber, potato, apple and more ... all in greenhouses (yes even the apples). And zucchini in a mess (also known as zucchini-Atlantic)! My role, I am eager to accept, is to show enough imagination to cook or rather save all this mass of ... zucchini zucchini soup, zucchini soup, cheese, fried zucchini, zucchini croquettes, omelette with zucchini, zucchini live!

One of the greenhouses and gardens ...


Ha then this is the end of August, time to pick up crannberries fours in the forest and escorted by dogs ... to scare the bear.

It goes hunting for mushrooms with Marcus and large mastiffs ...

... reassure you they were not eaten!

Short Description of Place: Lost in the woods, you have to cross two rivers by canoe to reach a haven of peace ... a pretty cottage in the woods ... dry toilets without doors, to put his shit comfortably among birds, squirrels, trees and dogs that you chat.


(my little hut)

(Attractive toilets with all the comfort ... even playing!)



(John who picks me up in a canoe ...)

(in the motor boat, yes he will have one too, with John and Sarah)



(Little Creek to access a `farm)


I share the place with Marcus woofeur another Austrian who speaks perfect English ... vainard him. And who does not want to leave the place (we understand why) and settled for the winter.
My hosts are nice ... Sarah is an Englishwoman who emigrated to Canada for 5 years. We clap our aperitifs in the evening, she took advantage! She explains that in winter it remains sober. Curious! 'Because I gotta keep my head, there is the Yukon and Yukon if you go out in jeans, sweater because you're too drunk to get dressed, in 10 minutes you're dead ... 'she said! Dammit!
Pending booze flows through the glasses.

The days are long (remember that we are close to the polar cerlce) and the temperature is cold ... - 4 C at dawn. I rushed to the local Emaus and I dug up a pretty pink sweater quite soft "for 1 dollar. Incidentally, I sleep wearing a beautiful hat (a hat) as a good quebecois who respect themselves. Tabarouate! Sarah
on the move, that's good because it brings us a ride often. Visit Tombstone National Park (which is pretty good anyway!). Then another day management Keno, its silver mines and its beautiful landscapes, still.


(a beautiful lake near Dawson)




(another lake)

(Route Keno ... not living souls)


(near Keno)



(Marcus, me and Sarah Keno finally close)

Dawson City is a caricature of her own. It's like being projected a century ago. This small town is the second of the Yukon, with its 1800 inhabitants ... it must be said that there is a total of 30 000 inhabitants in the Yukon! In my cabin, I came across the book 'The Call of the Wild' (wild or appeal) by Jack London. I devoured and I fall in love with the Yukon in the same occasion. Wonderful! It must be said that the guy was well documented and he has spent much of his time squatting in the saloons of Dawson booze and listen to stories old and less old while others were trying to find some nuggets to - 40 C Ben ... really!

(Dawson)




Curious to know more about this small city outside of time, I leading to the museum (which incidentally it is not bad at all). And here is what I could draw ...

The Klondike Gold Rush

Dawson's story is quite inspiring. Within a few months she went from a small town a few people that capital of the Yukon (status it retains until 1953), is the largest city west of Winnipeg and north of San Francisco (yes!). Everything starts with big gold nuggets found in the Klondike River in 1896, a few bored housewives, some sailors also gossips who roam between Alaska and California, a bit of journalists in Marseilles, and a big crisis of unemployment in the U.S. ... and partly to a mass of unemployed and vagabonds, dreamers or curious ... embark towards the north in search of happiness and wealth! But the North is not California, and Yukon in winter it is - 40 C. In July 1897, thousands of people arrive at the door Yukon, marcel with a heart filled with hope, not knowing what will await them. To go north, two solutions:
The first is to take the Chilkoot Pass departing from Dyea (holds are full of tourist organizations proposing to redo the crossing you in real life), with enough food to keep all winter (or 25kg on average), watch the police control everything with application. We laugh not with these things.

For the curious, here is a passage written by Michel Le Bris preface that the new edition of the 'Appeal the forest '. It summarizes the situation well:
" By fall the nightmare began: 62,000 unhappy tight on the beach Dyea battered by cold wind and ice ahead of them raw, swirling winds, the risk of avalanche and a final slope so steep that no animal could I pass it. An unbroken chain of these poor wretches, staggering under their packs, half frozen, starved, was formed early in the morning. No halt was permitted, under penalty of being ejected from the chain, everyone had just put his feet in that of his predecessor, until the test Final: 1500 Almost steep steps carved into the ice. The huskies themselves should be brought back to man ... but gave up 40 000 22 000 men manage to shift . Damn!

Or if you took in Skagway that was "another Gateway Gold Country Dyea after ... the easiest route, first believed the miners, who began as a walk horseback through the hills. He had quickly become disillusioned when they succeeded to precipices and rivers to cross. A Devil's Hill (whole program), the smallest gap could trigger an avalanche. A Porcupine Hill, the horses broke their legs on the unstable blocks. But that was nothing compared to Summit Hill, to White Pass: thousand feet of climbing on a steep slope turned into a river of mud. The horses, broken members, there were dying, trampled by the crowd to no more than a bloody mass, their bones for a stepping survivors ... "... the road was called the Dead Horse Trail ... charming!
short, after all that it took only a few days the city has 30,000 residents put out, who settled in shacks over the luckiest, 2 banks in good shape, 2 newspapers, 5 churches, a theater, 30 saloons, a telegraph, and all full of prostitutes, business considered at this time of public utility for all those single men which were quite bored anyway!

source: http://www.virtualmuseum.ca/


In 1898, the winter was one of the coldest ever recorded. This whole populace being thus cut down acres and acres of trees that served to warm the earth but also for surveys to heat or to build beautiful cabins. That is why around Dawson, old forests that no longer exists because everything has been razed to this period.

The euphoria was short lived because in August 1899 large nuggets were discovered in Nome in Alaska and caused a mass departure of people in Dawson and transformed the city into ghost town. So much for the historical anecdote ... ...

you leave on a positive note here is the recipe for zucchini cakes! Ha zucchini! You can even quadruple the recipe and freeze them in mass for aperitifs winter!

Croquettes of zucchini.
- four Grate zucchini.
- In a bowl whisk 2 eggs and flour (about 250ml or 1 cup English measure) and a little salt and nutmeg.
- Add the zucchini
- Cook in a pan by making small droppings.
- Serve with yogurt sauce or soy sauce.