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Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (24)

by tetsu95jp | 2008-01-07 06:32 | 14.Ontario
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (23)

I again took the route for north since I thought I can take the southern route in the return way to Vancouver. Thus where I arrived was Herst. Surprisingly, even it is in Ontario they spoke French. Yes, it was a French community. However, I managed to communicate because many of them were bilingual. A flatterer at the fishing gear shop mentioned that almost all of the small lakes are untouched and just recently he and a Chinese guy began exploring to fish.
However, I couldn't get anything in such lakes; fish seemed not to be there. A stream, which another French guy told me, was better in that I got several bites. However, that pencil-size Brook Trout managed to escape before caught; I was so frustrated. On the way to further east, I tried another river the flatterer suggested, but no bites again.
Cruising in the twilight of evening, I saw the people flocking together on the field waive hand for me. All the communities along this Highway 11 seemed to be French. When I ordered a red wine to go at the restaurant of a motel in Val Rita, the French speaking waitress wrapped it with a red napkin. While waiting for the dish, French speaking guys behind me made fun of me. I pretended as if not noticed, but those things have never happened in English speaking area.
by tetsu95jp | 2008-01-06 08:23 | 14.Ontario
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (22)

by tetsu95jp | 2008-01-05 08:15 | 14.Ontario
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (21)
Soon after entering Ontario, I went off the highway to refuel. Along small lakes with lined up fancy houses and only Caucasians were to be seen, which was quite different than the rough landscape in Manitoba. People there seemed to be having peaceful quiet lives there.
I found a sign of First Nations on Highway 1 and turned into the unpaved way to it. It was getting dark. At a general store, I asked a permission to park my car to stay tonight. She gave me OK with smile, but I realised the next place was the port for a little ferry. After finishing supper, several people came to use it. Among them was heavily drunk man like the one I met at Pelican Narrows. He was better having a small talk and invited me to his home. I loved it but refrained from it. Next, a car stopped in the dark to wait for the ferry's arrival. I accosted the unseen driver who was next to his or her daughter, "Good evening. I'll stay tonight here, but I heard over the water is another First Nations. Why do you have two First Nations in such a small area?" Opened the automatic window of the daughter's side, she replied, "I don't know. I don't know what the government is thinking. This is their make. But why did you end up in such a place today?" Thus, I enjoyed a communication with presumably an Indian woman in a new car.
Until Thunder Bay, small fancy lakes continued. That landscape was not like that of prairie until then. Thunder Bay seemed quite a city before because it was the important traffic point in all direction in Canada. However, that was a small town, especially downtown. Calling to a hostel, they said they closed and told me another hostel in town. But it appeared that the hostel was very good with the helpful and cheerful landlady from Chicago.


by tetsu95jp | 2008-01-02 07:24 | 14.Ontario