Motel Midi Levis

There was little life on the empty streets of the Old Town which became old probably hundreds of years ago and never came back to life again. Sleepy cafes with strangely impotent coffee, bored prostitute on the stairs of the Museum of American Civilization, an ice rink with cheerful French music from municipal loud speakers but few skaters around - hardly a better place to spend another hundred years in lethargic oblivion.

... br>Danach konnten wir auch noch feststellen, dass das Wasser im Camper gefroren war!
Zum Glück haben wir im Motelzimmer übernachtet, dass war wohl ein Wink des Schicksals. Denn die Innentemperatur im Camper zeigte -2 Grad an.

Heute fuhren am St. Lorenz-Strom entlang nach Levis. Am Abend gönnten wir uns ein feines Schweizer Käsefondue. Mahlzeit!

... the Citadel, a fortified military base that is still in use today. We venture into the Chateau Frontenac overlooking the harbour and there at the dock is our ship. We brave the cold as long as we dare and decide to end the tour and board our ship early.

We depart mid afternoon to Toronto and catch a delayed connection to Quebec City to arrive very late Thursday evening. Our stay is at a the Hotel Chateau Laurier, a mid range full service hotel adjacent to the Military Armoury. The room is small but the price is just right. There is a St Hubert Chicken in the Hotel - this place also serves breakfast.

... across the river prior to the final defeat of Quebec in 1860.

We settled quickly into our room and with Dianne’s instructions, headed out to find a Laundromat. A rather sparse Laundromat, Brian had to go to the barber next door to get change. Despite the language barrier, he was able to communicate our needs and returned with coins to get the job done (last laundry day of the trip!)

Laundry done, we returned to our B&B and considered the ...

Monday, September 21 – Riviere-du-Loup... With the end of our adventure looming on the horizon we breakfasted at the Ristorante and set off westward, crossing the remarkable eleven kilometer Confederation Bridge into New Brunswick, back up the Saint John River Valley (again to Garmi's dismay) and on to Riviere-du-Loup. We had booked the Comfort Inn for the night because it was the closest accommodation to the St-Simeon ferry, which we hoped to take the next ...

... being a long day. Off we set but no sooner rounding the immediate bend I discovered the true meaning of the CSM guide's term: "gradually climbing into the hills". What goes up must go down and we were now faced with a 1-in-3 down slope.

This was not the best time, or place, to attempt to learn how to "plough". Marina had explained the theory during our Gatineau training - make a wedge with the skis, keep the knees together and use the thigh muscles for control. I ...

... back in Canada in London ON. June 30th, we arrived in Stouffville (outside Toronto) for a weeks' visit with Dawn and Daniel. We had a bit of a lark taking the rapid transit and then the subway down to the city. It was great to spend some time with our baby girl and her boyfriend. They showed us the sites in TO. Kemptville was next on the agenda to check up on Carie's parents. In the meantime, while we were in Saskatoon, their house had sold. This time around we opted for a ...

... into the car thing anyway. We left early in the morning planning on making it somewhere between Montreal and Quebec, or maybe all the way here. I remarked that we'd make it out of Ontario unless things went really sideways. We stopped at the Iriqouis St. Lawrence Seaway lock and saw a ship passing through, which was neat. As Ian was packing Connell's food, etc. back in the trailer he noticed a big puddle of water underneath it. Also, the trailer ...

... in about 1803 there were 18 different mills on the Ulverton River. These included grain, woolen, cheese, tannery and something else I can not translate. In the mid 19th century, a large wave of Scottish immigrants, many of them weavers by trade, came to settle in the Eastern Townships and along the Richelieu Valley. Not long after, numerous woolen factories sprang up all over the Townships to fill the demand for wool. The mill I was looking at was one of these ...