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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!)