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Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (12)
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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-24 08:43 | 12.Saskatchewan
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (11)
At last I could get no fish over two days. When a White guy fished next to next saying, "Hey, fishing time has just began," from the spot I just left, I really got frustrated. However, instead of fish I met a nicest people in the village.
In front of the band office was a traditional Tepee for a man who were resisting Westernised houses. He wanted me to take pictures with a woman who was not allowed house by the band because she was Catholic. Finding me with cameras, the families out of home asked me for taking pictures of them. Children were playing with families together. Among them somewhat a White father was found. His Indian wife invited me to their traditional dinner. The kids were amusing themselves with Nature. Some girls called me as Chinese, so I replied, "No, Japanese." Some boys asked me if I was lonely travelling alone without family. His question reminded me that no matter where you may go you will think of your family. I thought that children are to the world what leaves are to the forest.
I asked to some adults outside the home after supper why there were two churches in such a small village. "I don't know, but that one with red roof is an Anglican recently built. People here merely go to churches though." "Is the community changed with Withe people?" "Yes, a lot. Before they came, you could drink the water of the lake. They only think of money. The churches are irrelevant to us."
My perception of Canada as multi-cultural country gradually began to change as still keeping pressing British notion much like missionary age. The industrialisation and christianisation seemed like a set of tools for Western people.

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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-23 07:58 | 12.Saskatchewan
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (10)
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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-22 07:56 | 12.Saskatchewan
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (9)
I was fed up with unpaved road, so this time I took the paved highway downing south. But a paved road also made me bored with the same scenery of woods, woods and woods. When I was again heading for North, I found several fishing resorts beside lakes. However, people there said I shouldn't be able to off-shore fishing; they took it for granted to fish on the boats! I was so insisted on off-shore that an old guy of "Big Sandy Outdoor" told me that I should be able to fish Walleye at Pelican Narrows, which he showed me on the map. Wow, it is far off the highway! But my eagerness to fish and curiosity to the place where is also the Indian Reserve led me there.

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The road was again unpaved. I was becoming accustomed to such primitiveness, but I wondered if I could find the point in this much further interior. However, as a matter of fact, it was pretty much a famous spot attracting fishermen and families always. It was literally a Narrow flowing rapidly between the lakes, and also had cabins which were announced as renovated recently in a guide book. The entrance of lodges was a restaurant with small boats scattered to the bank. Even though the location was north, it looked like the '80s jazz band Weather Report's world or an southern earthy paradise.
The restaurant woman told me that I wouldn't make reservations until the manager get back. Until then I tried to fish. At first casting from the bridge over the narrow, a passer-car stopped and a girl asked me for a cigarette over the window. After lighting it, they still remained observing me. "Is this a good point from the bridge?" "No, just over there on the rock is a good point. You can go there crossing the woods."
I tried all of the lures I had, but no bites. Returning the restaurant, he didn't returned yet. Meanwhile, the Indians next to next came flock together to this primitive restaurant. On the veranda out of the entrance, there were sitting several Indians. Interestingly enough, they raised queer voices from a distance finding me, but when I approached they were like Oyster. "What are you doing here?" "We are waiting for our dishes." Thus, one of them finally told me how to fish with a Jig.
While waiting, I visited the village of Pelican Narrows Reserve. Getting at a general store, a drunk guy asked for shaking hands and for driving him. On the way, a little girl stopped my car and begged me money. After reaching the destination nearby, he didn't want to get off. He seemed to be fond of my driving. He asked for another person's shake-hands over the window. I asked him if he knew this person and where to drop. He shook his head; it is not easy to get out of a bad habit.
The woman had literally no time to rest for cooking for orders. It was sure that their way was clumsy with small kitchen facility, though. In spite of her hard work, the taste was awful. I asked to her why people here want to eat your dishes so eagerly. She replied, "Maybe they want change." She looked somehow she was not confident with herself; however, she was helpful telling me where to go drink in the village. Hearing the name of the bar, I remembered in BC First Nations were not allowed to sell alcohol and wondered why they have.
After all, the manager didn't appear. Somewhat, I remember, the clock in the restaurant showed Alberta time (Mountain time). After finishing the restaurant into the night, I paid and received a receipt and then the woman guided me with a light and keys to one of the cabins. What was the matter for me to wait for a long time then?
The room was messy and far from the renovation. Next morning I found the showers in another building were broken. Complaining this to the restaurant's another woman, she said I should take shower at a different building which was not shown. However, I found it was locked next morning.

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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-21 07:47 | 12.Saskatchewan
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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-20 07:19 | 12.Saskatchewan
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I have got into Saskatchewan. No cars became to be seen on the road which had changed into unpaved. Taking the route into Meadow Lake Provincial Park, it completely changed to a muddy road because of rain. Occasionally I casted my rod at lakes which next to next appeared along the road, but no bites. While I was just resting by a garden-like landscape, Alberta number's cars parked and an old couple with rods got off and accosted me. "There are small pikes around here. My son is familiar with this area and looking for a good place to fish." Indeed, the other 4×4 went further into the bush.
Well, I'll make my way. I was driving as though I didn't know where I was headed for. The road with a lot of pools seemed to continue endless repeating endless up and down. Come what might, I'd be ready.
When I finally found a successive paved way, the gas was almost empty. What I found then was a gas-station-like facility in that it was the primitive only with a pumping machine in a large naked ground. A guy got out of the office and he made it filled up. However, unbelievably as it is he spilled over the outside of my car! He was much like an amateur. Seeing my taking pictures of him, he called his wife in the office to be taken too. She looked an Indian. I asked if there were any cheap motels near there. He said a motel with a bar should be fine.

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Entering seemingly an office of the motel, it was a restaurant and an unfamiliar faced woman, at first I thought she was from East Europe, indicated the next bar was the office. She didn't speak English much. After settling at the backwards cabin, I turned back to the bar and ordered a cup of high-ball. It is the soda-water downed whisky in Japan, though they asked if it was OK with Coke. No, instead I asked a bottle of beer, Canadian. She gave it without a glass. While waiting for a hamburger, I looked over inside the bar. Next to next seemingly Indians pushed open the door to the dark hall. Some treated themselves by game machines, and others sat in front of the table to cheerfully chat each other. They seemed to have no amusements at the end of the days except getting together here.
The next door's woman brought me the hamburger and said the bill was different from the bar's, to my surprise. A girl approached me like dancing and sat in front of me and asked me curiously a lot of things. Seeing I had difficulty to reply with a lot of food in mouth, she said after my finish eating she'll be back. I was surprised at such a positiveness of such a cute girl. I suspected her if she was a call girl, but she chatted with her boyfriends over a table with beer.
Observing me, she turned back to me and said, "Why don't you take pictures of such a beautiful girl in front of you? Take my picture!" I was putting my camera on the table. Then, another guy accosted me introducing himself and asked me to take his too. How merry people they are!
Having difficulty to remember names, she suggested me, "We are Cree, so call me 'C.' You are from Japan, so I'll call you 'J,' OK?" 'C' invited me to a concert; some famous band was coming to the next town and would play for them to dance. That might be why she was excited so much.
She asked me for drive. Unbelievably she said her car was stolen that day. Just after leaving the bar, she wanted another beers to enjoy on the way. I flatly declined. Then she asked me for a cigarette. I replied this was a non-smoking car; she took a sheet of gum from me. Having seen the speed metre, she requested me to run over 100 km/h. I replied I was not yet familiar with the right-lane to drive and that in a narrow road so I couldn't.
She began to call me, "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!" I didn't care at all and said to her, "'C,' you are not only for you but also your family's. If you lose your life, your mother or father must become sad. You have to take care of yourself. I have to take care of you." "I don't care whenever I die," after a silence she began to try to use the cassette. She was like a lovely animal which made me want her. Facing up she said, "it was good to meet you." I was driving over an hour but never arrived. Her English was a little different and she couldn't understand my saying, "Are we near there?" Cold air of the sunset prompted me to urinate. She was laughing at me, though just before the town she in turn did her business.
It was Ile-a-la Crosse with 1,700 population to have the Metis Festival that night. In front of the entrance of the venue, 'C' and her boyfriends were somewhat hesitating; the concert needed an expensive fee and they didn't have enough money! Me neither, but 'C' suggested that if I claimed a journalist from Japan they might allow me to enter. Just try, and I've got! According to the mayer standing by the ticket desk, they are the mix-blood between Cree and French and celebrating its culture taking turns in related towns. The place looked like an old warehouse. When the band started play, young buys and girls by twos and threes walked forward to before the stage and danced in a primitive way. I thought tenderly of the people.
At the motel, I asked to the East-European-look woman if the people outside of Ile-a-la Crosse were not Metis but Cree. She said we are Cree and usually speak Cree language instead of English or French. Some people say they are Cree and some people say they are Metis; it was interesting for me.

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Now, I was feeling, I have to fish this precious interior of Canada. I bought another rod with reel and lures at the gas station shop, since the tackle I bought at Rocky Mountain was not good enough for larger preys. The huge lures displayed on the wall drove me to want to catch Northern pike, Trout, Walleye, whatsoever a big one. The wife's saying, "This yellow worm is very good for Pike. They like it very much," had me imagine unseen my preys. Such people as living in such a rural area must know much about fishing. However, I was amazed at that the husband couldn't make it for the line on the reel. Furthermore, later I realised that the grip of the rod was broken from the beginning! Such broken products should never be sold on shops in Japan.
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by tetsu95jp | 2007-12-19 07:07 | 12.Saskatchewan
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