Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Atlantic Provinces - Canada
After Quebec we drove to New Brunswick and after staying the night in a university dorm room (during students summer vacation) we headed to the Acadian village of Buchtouche. This replica village of the way the (french) Acadian people lived was fascinating. They love to sing and dance and act the goat but, of course, it was all in French. Where were you Shell we needed you.
Although the crab season was over the boats and pots were all stashed away until next year, we managed to find some crab and have a good feed.
Can you pick the real Anne of green Gables.
Beautiful, beautiful, Cape Breton (Nova Scotia) is overwhelming. The mountains meet the sea and the mist rolls in and out. The people who live here are mainly descendants from Scotland and are proud of it. They still practice the traditions e.g. bagpipes - yuc piano - lovely, brewing whiskey - no comment. We walked for 3 hours through the wilderness and arrived at the cliff top. On the way we saw birds and wait for it..........
Moose...6 of the suckers. This magnificent creature just lazed around while all us excited tourists took many many photos.
On to Peggy's Cove (near Halifax) where the weather was....... As you can see the rain coats have come in handy. The view was breathtaking as so was the icy wind. The lighthouse also doubled as the local post office. People will come up with many different ideas to capture the tourist dollar. We had to add a light house into the blog because there are lighthouses all over the place due to hazardous coasts and in the olden days pirates .. arr arr arr
This is Fundy National Park site of the biggest tides in the would. Only in America. I was particularly chuffed to include the rainbow.
The headquarters of Fundy was set out in a very English style. So different to the rest of the park.
At St Andrews Beach our camp spot was perfect and we met a great family who invited us to stay at their house which we did but that is another story.
We went on a whale watching cruise on a pirate ship and saw Fin whales and generally had a great chill out time. The last for us on
Canadian soil.
St. Andrews beach was a great resting spot for us before we hit the U.S.A. again.
Although the crab season was over the boats and pots were all stashed away until next year, we managed to find some crab and have a good feed.
Can you pick the real Anne of green Gables.
Beautiful, beautiful, Cape Breton (Nova Scotia) is overwhelming. The mountains meet the sea and the mist rolls in and out. The people who live here are mainly descendants from Scotland and are proud of it. They still practice the traditions e.g. bagpipes - yuc piano - lovely, brewing whiskey - no comment. We walked for 3 hours through the wilderness and arrived at the cliff top. On the way we saw birds and wait for it..........
Moose...6 of the suckers. This magnificent creature just lazed around while all us excited tourists took many many photos.
On to Peggy's Cove (near Halifax) where the weather was....... As you can see the rain coats have come in handy. The view was breathtaking as so was the icy wind. The lighthouse also doubled as the local post office. People will come up with many different ideas to capture the tourist dollar. We had to add a light house into the blog because there are lighthouses all over the place due to hazardous coasts and in the olden days pirates .. arr arr arr
This is Fundy National Park site of the biggest tides in the would. Only in America. I was particularly chuffed to include the rainbow.
The headquarters of Fundy was set out in a very English style. So different to the rest of the park.
At St Andrews Beach our camp spot was perfect and we met a great family who invited us to stay at their house which we did but that is another story.
We went on a whale watching cruise on a pirate ship and saw Fin whales and generally had a great chill out time. The last for us on
Canadian soil.
St. Andrews beach was a great resting spot for us before we hit the U.S.A. again.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
No prizes for guessing where we went next.
Cruising on the Maid of the Mist under Niagara Falls was great - but a little damp.
Walking under the edge of the falls on the Cave of the Winds tour was a highlight - and very damp.
Although the Maid of the Mist and Cave of the Winds tours were terrific, we felt like a pair of sardines in a can full of touring sardines.
The falls at night from the tower on the Canadian side.
Further down the St Lawrence River we tour a boat tour of the thousand islands(just like cruising in salad dressing). The houses were amazing. castles, shacks and some a little the worse for wear. One U.S. citizen owned a house on one island and had a small bridge across the border to his other tiny island in Canada.
Just another camping spot with a reasonable view (of the St Lawrence)
In Ottawa we stayed with our friends AK and Kieo, enjoyed dinner at a Chinese restaurant and looked around the city next day.
Ottawa, like most of Quebec, was enigmatically French with the occasional English remnant - like the changing of the guard.
Chris needed some female company after all the male testosterone, guns and swords.
Quebec city was magic. We walked around and saw the fort, castle, the port and enjoyed the street performers on stilts and juggling with fire.
But, not to be outdone I went to look for some excitement of my own.
Cruising on the Maid of the Mist under Niagara Falls was great - but a little damp.
Walking under the edge of the falls on the Cave of the Winds tour was a highlight - and very damp.
Although the Maid of the Mist and Cave of the Winds tours were terrific, we felt like a pair of sardines in a can full of touring sardines.
The falls at night from the tower on the Canadian side.
Further down the St Lawrence River we tour a boat tour of the thousand islands(just like cruising in salad dressing). The houses were amazing. castles, shacks and some a little the worse for wear. One U.S. citizen owned a house on one island and had a small bridge across the border to his other tiny island in Canada.
Just another camping spot with a reasonable view (of the St Lawrence)
In Ottawa we stayed with our friends AK and Kieo, enjoyed dinner at a Chinese restaurant and looked around the city next day.
Ottawa, like most of Quebec, was enigmatically French with the occasional English remnant - like the changing of the guard.
Chris needed some female company after all the male testosterone, guns and swords.
Quebec city was magic. We walked around and saw the fort, castle, the port and enjoyed the street performers on stilts and juggling with fire.
But, not to be outdone I went to look for some excitement of my own.
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