We left the Madden’s this morning and rode northeast. After a month in the city, we decided that it would be best to take a detour into northern Quebec. Most Ontarians have been on a school trip to Quebec City in grade 7 or 8 back when I was in school, but seldom do you hear anything about the north. Quebec is a massive province, the largest province in Canada; it would be a shame not to explore the outskirts. My only regret is that I should’ve paid more attention in French class at school; good thing my partner in crime Amanda has. She even went so far as to attend French emersion school; something I would’ve never done given the choice at the time. If someone had taught me the value of learning languages at that time and how it would make travelling more interesting, things would be different. Then again, I had the Chinese language to juggle with.
Crossing the provincial line in Temiscaming.
We rode to Ville-Marie and stopped at a rodeo they had going on in town
There was live country music, sung in French of course.
We stopped at Loblaws in Rouyn-Noranda and randomly met a man named Lorrain who took a liking to our bikes and how they were packed.
Lorrain rode a DR-Z SM400
When we told him about our journey he invited us over to his place
We met his wife Guylaine and had dinner together. Lorraine knew how to speak some English, but Amanda’s French helped bridge the gap.
They let us camp in their backyard
One of Lorraine’s favorite pastimes is picking wild hazelnuts or La noisette
We headed over to a sports bar called La Cage Aux Sports to watch UFC. It took us awhile to look the place up in the yellow pages because when we listen to the spoken pronunciation we hear “Casual Spar”.
Where river narrows.
English is second language.
Parlez vous Anglais?