
In Montreal's old port.
A couple of months ago I was sad to find that I didn't have any pictures of the motorbike that I drove in Taiwan. But, Kevan used it to drive around when he visited us there, and he sent me this picture yesterday. That's a nice bike. Well, it's kind of a ridiculous bike... but it was lent to me for as long as I needed it. Can you guess how many cc's are under all that fiberglass? And the top speed?
I've been staying at Chris and Katherine's for over a week now... but before any of you pull out the line about guests going bad like fish after three days, you should know that I cooked all week (here we are eating hong shao niu rou mian - Taiwanese beef noodle soup). It's been great. This could be my new career. Other friends interested in providing me with free room in exchange for cooking and help with your grocery bills can contact me by email. Your chances of being chosen for this wonderful opportunity will substantially increase if you are living in an interesting locale.
Here are some pics of Chris, Katherine, and I hiking/sleding in the Gatineau Hills, a provincial park boardering Ottawa on the Quebec side of the river. It's been along time.
Watch that rock...
As you can see, it's a dangerous pastime. I went over a precipice once, but I managed to hold on to the edge. We put on quite a show for some of the other walkers.
Those are actually the ruins of Sir John A. Macdonald's (Canada's first Prime Minister) summer home up there.
It was my first time in Quebec, and I can report that everything you've heard is true. People really do speak French there. A flurry of French was directed more than once by passersby, each time leaving me grinning and racking my brain for "Je ne comprends pas" (twice to no avail). Of course, after a couple of seconds of silence, they repeated their questions in English. I've dealt with this in Asia for years, but I have to say it's strange when it happens in your own country (when you've grown up in Alberta anyway). All the more motivation to study French.