Motel Suite Quebec
Travel Blogs from Quebec City
Free time in Canada with my friends
... good views of the city. That afternoon Amanda and I caught a bus to Quebec, which took about 3 hours. The seats we had were super cramped – our knees touched the seats in front of us, so we couldn’t move our legs at all! I looked around when I was feeling particularly uncomfortable, and I noticed that everyone else seemed to have a normal amount of legroom. It seemed they'd squeezed an extra row of seats on the bus to make a bit more money, and we were unfortunate enough ...
Aux Revoir, Quebec
... and rest again so we made our way back to the hotel. Unfortunately we weren’t going to get to see the Samurai exhibit after all. I didn’t think I could walk around an hour or two in a museum and Graham didn’t want to go on his own. We stayed in the hotel room the rest of the afternoon watching tv, packing up and getting ready to check out.
We did that about 7 and got to the train station in Quebec City, called Gare du Palais, about an hour before the ...
Le jour J
... qu'à dormir 2hrs de tout le voyage! Mon seul but était de retrouver mes bagages, changer des devises et acheter une carte d'appel. Le tout m'a pris 1h, c'est vous dire à quel point il y avait du monde aux douanes! À ma sortie de l'aéroport, une autre longue file m'attendait. Cette fois-ci, c'était pour prendre un taxi. Il devait y avoir au moins 150 personnes. Surprise par l,organisation ...
Quebec
I arrived in Quebec and wandered the very pretty streets. Its a very historical town and very romantic, the hostel i stayed in was within the old castle city walls, standing above the buildings. That night i had a yum french crepe and then the next morning i jumped on a walking tour with a fantastic tour lady. The tour was fantastic and I can't wait to get back to this city, it is just peaceful, tranquil, filled with history and beautiful. ...
Chilly feet and feet of snow...
... bloody cold, but so pretty. The lake was frozen in great sheets of ice and Andrew and I had a great time throwing pieces of ice onto the lake surface and watching them skid what seemed an impossible distance. Andrew beat me of course. For me, the pain of losing was easily beaten by the stabbing pains in my fingers telling me that very soon I could be snapping them off and tossing them across the lake surface. I decided enough was enough, grabbed my can of Mountain Dew from ...