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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-12 07:53 | 23.Ontario southward
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (59)
Like other provinces, every town in Southwestern Ontario were busy under the constructions of roads, and surely had something to claim as a sightseeing spot. However, none of them attracted me for their intentions. I was still searching for something natural, and met another Mennonites region in a rural area.
It was when my car ran up a little slope of a road surrounded by farmlands that in a distance a lady wearing a black dress on a open horse-buggy glanced at me and turned to a path to a house handling the horse. It struck me as if I were in a moment transported into a movie. By the moment I reached her, she was already showing her back making her way from the main road to a house. I wondered is she resides there or visits someone.
The world of Mennonites can't be described merely as the people riding on carriages. As a matter of fact, the Mennonite in Manitoba I met were quite modernised without old things. In short, they were divided into small sect in accordance with detailed precepts, but they choose their church by themselves instead of being baptised by someone else.
It was amazing to see such a simple or primitive life-style in this developed country. I don't believe in Jesus Christ so can't understand the belief, but I can say at least that they haven't been utilising Jesus Christ for their own benefits. In that term, I can't help sympathising with them. Interestingly, in spite that they are not allowed to marry another sect person the Mennonites have been spreading all over the world.
A boy was carrying a large bucket with both hands by full force leaning his body on a road. The house he was heading for had a beautiful farmland, which looked an ideal for farmer-immigrants to Canada. While getting off my car and taking pictures of it, the boy was back and passed by me on a bike joyfully; I thought since he completed a chore he must be allowed to go out to his friend's place. Then, suddenly a black carriage with a horse passed towards the opposite direction. And then, another adult man wearing a hat on a bike approached me from the house. His clothing smelled animal. He asked me to take pictures of his house also just behind us and to send to his place. He said the boy was his nephew. I had no chance to send the photo yet. Sorry, Amon Weber.

What I had to be surprised with Finger Lake was that even such an area as few people reside the water, and that are quite large, was polluted as fish decreased. Lake Huron as well. Of course, it is not only the fault for Canada but the United States which share much of Finger Lake. I made up my mind to stake my fortune of off-shore fishing in the most north's Lake Superior.
At the Ministry of Natural Resources, Wawa, I asked for the fishing information. He suggested several points at the mouthes of revers to Lake Superior, where are not only for Rainbow but also Coho Salmon. I asked why Lake Superior as well as the other Great Lakes has sea species such as Salmon; actually, the each lake has Chinook, Pink and Coho salmon.
His explanation was this: Coho salmon were to be incubated at the hatchery of Thunder Bay to make them inhabit and multiplied in the saltwater of James Bay for fishing industry. It was in the 1960's when the importance of ecosystem was not realised yet. Meanwhile, an airplane carrying the eggs of Coho Salmon dropped it to Lake Superior by mistake. Then they got increased significantly spreading into the waters of the other lakes. "Interestingly," he said, "though they couldn't go with the saltwater of James Bay, they have fully got accustomed to freshwater of Great Lakes."
We laughed at the same time for this story. Maybe other Salmons should have followed the similar process. However, later I noticed that Atlantic Salmon have also been stocked in Lake Ontario and North Bay recently, when the importance of ecosystem was fully recognised. Needless to say, the Rainbow, which are mostly preferred by fisher for aggressive and showy fights, were introduced from West Coast to Great Lakes, too. Now, the each lakes are busy for cruisers or what not to do enjoy their so-called Sports Fishing in that they don't eat them.
Come to think of it, it might well say that people here changed the environment for their game's sake. I don't know what extent the Christianity influenced such humans-oriented activities, but certainly Japan as well as other Asian countries are being influenced by North American people.
Later I knew that hatching fishes for humans' own sake has long history in this country: by 1950 federal and provincial hatcheries were producing approximately 750 million freshwater fish annually, primarily for the purpose of re-stocking wild populations. It means improving the yield of aquatic organisms by deliberate manipulation of their rates of growth, mortality and so on.
From the stand point of Japanese or Orient, who feel that people are made to live by Nature, this humans-oriented behaviours were totally acceptable and equal to blaspheme Creature. The earth is not yours; the earth is its very own.
Let's getting back to the original topic: his advice on fishing didn't work at all. I couldn't for the life of me remember having such an experience before. Well, after all maybe he was a scientist not a fisherman. The rivers were full of dirty water for recent heavy rains, and the fish were all washed out to the Superior! Far from fishing, due to a destroyed bridge by flood I had to stay overnight and wait for the re-construction.
Meanwhile, I sticked the off-shore fishing out. Visiting a bate and smoke fish shop, I learnt the landlord, John, was the Nipigon Metis Council President. He said that from a certain coast of Lake Sperior nearby I should easily fish Rainbow. However I searched the coast, it never appeared. I couldn't for the life of me remember having such an experience before! This maybe the Canada.
Reporting this to him, he wasn't ashamed but looked at each other his White wife. As she went out, the old two kissed deeply with sound. There was a phrase from Bible on the wall behind them. He then introduced and gave Metis goods in the shop to me. My interest to them made him offer a cap of coffee sitting at a table.
I asked him about what I couldn't understand about Metis and First Nations so far: "Why don't many mix-breeds in First Nations call them Metis?" "Because they are ashamed of being a Metis. They are proud of being an Indian." "Why are Metis between British and Indians scarce?" "Because, because of their Christianity. They didn't admit our way of thought, 'People belong to land, not land belong to people.' Thus, we were always looked down and discriminated not only in schools but also in the society in this English environment of Ontario."
I thought he meant the system established by British people. At the same time, I thought, he may have been having great contradiction within himself, because his wife was a Christian. As his story went further, I saw his eyes show more and more complexity with anger. The light of his eyes were like orphans in the third world, as if losing the target at which he angry. "Until recently," he said, "we were sleeping. But now we got up establishing the Metis Nation of Ontario in 1993."
It was very interesting that his thought of English quite agreed with me and I could quite easily understand him. His English was perfect of course, but something was different. And this was not only the case; what Indians claim in English can all easily made me understand.
However, I had only one exception so far at WaWa's First Nations. She was the director of the band office, and when I asked about the band, she said she was brought up in a Catholic family in a city and she had difficulty in understanding the way of Indian culture. She confessed she couldn't admire Nature instead of God. Her English was also perfect, but I could feel no sympathy with her.
"Until 20 years ago or so, Indians had not been allowed post secondary educations in Canada," she pointed out. What brought her there sounded like just for jobs. Such a migration to and from First Nations were to be common at least in Ontario. Then, whatever is the sake of the reserved First Nations? I was thinking they exist for preserving the people there. She was as if a White with an appearance of half-Indian, a bridge between the government and the people.
Well, apparently Canada goes with aboriginal people introducing their culture, which looked like different than the other British Colonies and the USA. However, it must be described as 'white wash.' Doing something discriminative in the places where are not to be seen from tourists is equal to a child's play. The opportunity for educations is one of the basic humans' rights. Given the First Nations' people had not been allowed good educations, what a White teacher of First Nations I met at Thunder Bay told that the isolated situations with less infrastructures were the cause of their low-life is quite irrelevant; what's the aim of the governments confining them into small areas?
Later I came to know that even now First Nations' people were not recognised as aboriginal people for Canada officially. On the other hand, Metis were finally recognised recently. It is nothing but absurd. The original people of Canada are not regarded as humans! I have to say there is no justice in this country. Even though many Canadians dislike the USA and the way of USA, what they do is just the same as them; both of them justify their selfish activities under the name of 'Manifest Destiny.' Canada and Canadian people must respect their Nature and their Native people as their elders. Otherwise, no matter how successful may be they shouldn't be able to wipe out the feeling of sin so that they have to go to and from churches every time.

Well, I met an officer of Ministry of Natural Resources, Atikokan, by Quetico Provincial Park. Because I wanted to know the pollution level of Canada, other than the fishing information.
They issued 'Guide to Eating Ontario Sport Fish 2003-2004' in a thick booklet. In that, each fish-species' edibility with risk rates are tabled in accordance with classified detailed rivers areas and lakes. Many matured fishes of the waters including Great Lakes were regarded as dangerous to eat for health. "The Great Lakes look like clean with blue water, but this booklet shows they are really contaminated. Why?" His explanation was not clear; he seemed he didn't want to condemn paper mills and other industries interior of and along the coast lines, and rather he emphasised the pollution level was getting lower recently.
Then, I asked, "I travelled across Canada, but never saw such a guide book to warn fisher the danger for eating. Does this mean that Ontario freshwater is most polluted in the freshwaters in Canada?" "No. Not really. I suppose each province would be in the same level. It merely mean Ontario can offer this for our budget." According to this book, we should not eat almost all of the trophy-class fish; that is to say, many fisher are repeating to catch and release inedible fish which primarily edible. I said to the young officer, "I thought Canada should be cleaner than Japan, but the situation was just the same." He laughed a laugh with me.
After getting a Northern Pike and White Fish, whose shape was different than the one of Waskaganish, Québec, I hurried my way through meandering waterways to the West. The snow winter was approaching. When reaching a city, I felt I saw this scene before; a cemetery in front of a huge paper mill with smoke along the highway. I finally remembered that I came this way in the outward trip. I didn't realise I was taking that way so far; I had thought I took the other Northern route for the outward trip. My sense of travel got paralysed for long journey in the same-like landscapes. I want to get home soon.


by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-11 08:12 | 23.Ontario southward
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (58)

by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-10 08:41 | 23.Ontario southward
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (57)
Like the other provinces, each Ontario city offered full tourist information. Having seen there was an Indian reserve and also good fishing points near there, I got off the highway at Brantford. Just by the interchange was the rich visitor information centre. All the officers were White. I asked a lady why Brantford, a small city, has such an extravagant information centre. "Because a lot of people visit here for Six Nations, an Indian place," she replied. I asked what tribe they belong and if there are any Metis people around there. She knew nothing about them, on the contrary she misunderstood that Metis are defined as the descendants between Indians and French, despite the fact that there were a lot of interpretation displays of the Six Nations though. The visitor information centre seemed to be having almost no contact with Six Nations people.
Finally, I got to 'Six Nations Tourism' in Ohsweken, where was in the Six Nations territory. The manager, Alan D. Emarthle, gave me a brief explanation: Six Nations derived from piece agreement among the Iroquois and Algonkian tribes, who have been residing Grand River area for over thousands years. This community is also famous as most developed First Nations in North America, because many men earn and bring money by engaging in high-rise building construction sites mostly in the US. They have been inheriting the occupation for the blood of Mohawk who don't fear high places.
When it comes to their history, his eyes turned dark. "In this Canada, our territory used to be the whole Grand River area; however, whenever treaties were concluded between governments and us they broke the promises, thus our place became smaller and smaller finally to this area." According to him, the government always changes their attitude depending on the situation. I understood just what he said; I am afraid, but there is a tendency among English descendants to behave for their own convenience regardless of what the promise might be. Many of them claim in such cases that it was so difficult situation that for them no other choices, but I have to say this tendency is a peculiarity for them.
Since Ontario is known to the base of Canada as well as many English descendants' home, to behave strong to the weak and, on the other hand, to behave weak to the strong might well be called as the way of Canada or Britain. Those who were deprived of their land cannot expect to recover such.
The community of Six Nations was quite a clean and beautiful Western town with developed infrastructures; no one would be aware that it is a reserve if he/she wasn't told it. Refueling at a major brand gas station, the girl staff completely appeared to be White with their fashion and fluent English. The landlady of my inn, too. They were to be called Metis, but not and were residing in the reserve. This was not only the case; even though many people pointed out that mix-bleed haven't been allowed to live in tax-free reserves, I always met many Metis. Also, there was even a restaurant run and cooked by a Chinese. This ambiguity might be one of the proofs for Canada's time-serving.
While staying at Six Nations, I tried Rainbow Trout fishing at Grand River outside of the reserve. It was late October and Rainbows were ascribing rivers for spawning. The point was just before an artificial dam, and a lot of fishermen were standing in the river even it was a week day. At the parking pavement, I saw a huge Rainbow was trying to jump beside a mini-van. Wow, it's beautiful, besides nearly 1 m.
I accosted a man ordering his fishing stuff inside the car. With his remaining excitement, the White man showed me orange fish-eggs which he used for fishing. The method here seemed a bit different, but my expectation was about to explode. Standing at the bank, good points seemed occupied by the others. Their way of fishing was the bate and a float on the shallow but fast flows.
I wondered if Rainbows as I saw existed in such a shallow part and that with a lot of unnatural babbles under the falls. I asked one of them what the babble is and if this river was polluted. He replied that the bubble should be natural as a matter of course after falls and that the river was pretty clean. He also said at the other side of the river was a good point for Walleye or Pike.
I casted a lure just for a try from the bank. However, the method mustn't be suitable here for the hook always had to be caught by the rocks of the bottom. I changed the side of the river. This place seemed better, but no one was trying a lure. Soon a man in front of me got a hit; his long and soft rod bent large and then in a distance a Rainbow jumped up the surface. He then ran about the bank busily chasing the fish reeling little by little. That figure looked somewhat humorous. When he finally landed it, he took the picture on the edge of the water with a disposable camera hurriedly. I felt a fisherman is all the same in the world.
After his releasing the over 50 cm Rainbow, I went down and tried again. The flow seemed too fast to fish by lures, when a strong bite came. Wow, I couldn't be calm enough to wait and see until the fish get weaker, so reeled up strongly. Then the fish I thought there was already here; I have no words to express this. The fish was so quickly moved widespread-range, which was the famous Rainbow's fight. He this time came to a pool apart from the flow, still violently trying to escape. I thought lucky, so wind the line up at a stretch and by force. He was now at the muddy edge of water just before me, but the moment I realised he was already away.
Getting back to the inn, the landlady asked me, "Did you get fish?" "Well, yah, but he escaped from me when landing," replied I, she smiled at me. I asked about the cleanliness of the river. As a descendant of the Indians displaying her honorable ancestors' photos in the facility, she admitted honestly that it was getting better now but still polluted mostly for a lot of pesticide used in farms along the river. If the fisher, who told me Grand River was clean, thought seriously so, it means he didn't know a real clean river even living in Canada.
When I leave Six Nations, the land lady playing with a black cat said me to give her an email. But I thought, if I did, I might fell in love with her. Her husband was absent and I imagined he might have been away for his construction work for high-rise buildings. As the manager of Six Nations Tourism said, many such workers spend most time in the United States. In the yard of the inn there was a swing along with children's toys without children, which scene was just the same as what I saw in Labrador's B&B.
I was running on a road near Lake Erie. Both sides were rough black soil fields and few up-to -date buildings were to be seen. I felt a bit an illusion of my turning back in Nova Scotia now. A small old general shop that might have some food I entered had no washroom inside. The old guy handed me a key to a temporary plastic toilet outside. Getting back, he already put a map on the counter marling 'YOU ARE HERE' on it. Eating a sub in my car, he appeared and brought nuts picking up from back. He knocked the window, "This is good for dessert." They were Black Walnut, he showed an intimate feeling to me saying his wife is Korean.
According to him, this area of Ontario has rich natural resources not only these foods to pick up but even gas to stoves; people there can live on foods fallen on the ground using gas taken from their yard for free! I asked if the government put regulations and taxes on the usage of natural gas. He said they tried once but failed. It sounds like Canada!
As for fishing in Lake Erie, there still exists commercial fishermen for Lake Erie is so shallow that it is easily blown up by winds and keep clean. However, he deplored the Smelt that used to be his favourite and were easily caught in large quantity at coast in his childhood has long disappeared. The off-shore fishing point he recommended me smelled terrible by a steel company and no atmosphere for fishing.


by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-09 08:30 | 23.Ontario southward
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (56)

by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-08 09:09 | 23.Ontario southward
Over 30,000 km it was Canada everywhere (55)
Ottawa was a complicated overpass highways area; I had completely been lost not understanding where to go off, and before I knew it I was parking in a large parking of a supermarket. In the next lot a car came and stopped; the guy wasn't getting off and staying at the driver's seat. I asked him for a direction with a map in my hand. His English was very easy to understand and he could realise what I wanted to say too; I thought Ottawa should be more international environment for English language. Fortunately I was by the way to the hostel I wanted, but I lost my way again in the twilight of evening.
"Excuse me, do you know where the 'Jail Hostel' is?" I asked to a woman on a back-street parking my car, in a polite way so that she wouldn't suspect me. She instantly replied to me how to get there in a kind way, but she said, "Do you really stay there tonight?" I thought that the hostel was famous in this city and that she was very open, but couldn't understand what she meant until having a bed.
The Jail Hostel was absolutely an old jail with bars and a gallows but used as hostel. The receptionist girls were nose-piercing. When entering my dormitory, I saw a black guy was sitting on a bed hanging his head in darkness over a bars. I got under the illusion that I was in a real prison. He came from France and was seeking for a job, his English was not great and somewhat he kept other guests at a distance.
I learnt that the last hanging in Canada was prosecuted here in 1940's and that the death penalty of Canada was demolished in 1960's; whereas, Japan as well as the USA are still having the system. In one hand Canada have been doing cruel activities on aboriginal people, in the other hand it have done such a progressed humanistic decision before other developed countries even consider it. I had difficulty to understand the gap.
However, I became to know that Canadian history has been always changed by the people's power, not by the government's power. That means that in the death penalty's case there were a lot of people to oppose it but that in aboriginal people's case there have been few people to utter that condemn the government. I think it's because many immigrants didn't know how the aboriginal people's situation had been. More importantly, many of the churches especially in the early days pressed their absolute justice on immigrants ignoring the values for aboriginal people, just like the United States have done so far and did for the reelection of George W. Bush. If no one began to speak, a problem would never be settled in this country. Actually, it is just until recently that the issue was taken up for discussion.
The Jail hostel was in the centre district of Ottawa. When I bought an Ontario wine, I first knew that all of the liqueur shops in Ontario were occupied by the Ontario government shops, LCBO. Hearing this fact at a register counter from an officer-like clerk, I felt something strange; There were also sales promotion posters for whiskies and others made by the government, furthermore a female chorus group began to sing a song while lined-up customers were buying handful of alcohols from 'officers.' I wondered if private sector vitality can activate in such a country as a government monopolies an alcohol market. I assume this is the remain of the old system; the government might not want to give up skimming the cream off the top.
I suspected that Ottawa, the capital of Canada, might not have any gangsters, and that was it. As I asked it to nose-piercing and tattooed punk-rocker receptionists at the hostel, they only knew the existence of motorcycle gangs. As from such a country as the order has been being kept by a balance or cooperation between police and gangsters, I couldn't believe it that such a clean country exists. Later, however, I came to know on TV news that the politicians themselves play the role of gangsters in this country.


For good or evil, Ottawa is a good place to know the system of Canada. Then, how about Toronto? My curiosity got me hurry up my way. On the way at Prince Edward facing Lake Ontario, I saw lined-up Union Jacks on the street and learnt it was a Loyalist region. Having a coffee in a Tim Horton, I was the only Asian among customers and embarrassed with their staring at me. As approaching to Toronto, however, I was aware that they were more open toward me.
I wanted a room that night just before Toronto to compare with it. Unfortunately, however, the majority of motels around there were within Toronto. Finally, I found one at Ajax. A Halibut Fish and Chips I had near the motel was by far the best in those ever since I had. Even the Richmond's one was not able to compare with this. They were working with their family; after seemingly the father fried the fish using his fingers, a daughter got aware of it so rapped with old newspapers. She looked tired and handed me without smile, but their service mind was condensed into it. I was very impressed that such an artisan exists in fish and chips makers, and expected further better qualities not only in foods but also other aspects for Toronto.
Just after entered Toronto, I got a laundromat. To get changes to the machines, I bought a cigarette parking my car on the road. No one was in the messy small shop; I called again and again, then a Chinese-like old woman came from back. Her English was pretty bad and that somewhat in low-blow. Soon it appeared that she was from Japan, when I noticed that a policeman was writing something watching at licence of my car! "Wait! wait! wait," immediately I cried out rushing at him, "I'm just a traveller from Japan. Please forgive me; I've just bought a tobacco for a change." "That's good! That's good! I've finished already," the Black officer continued to smile to himself meanly. He handed me a yellow ticket for $20 fine. The woman asked me, "Was he a Black? Oh, yah, Black policemen are very bad. They only think about making points of tickets. You were unlucky, I'm sorry." Her Japanese with English was very confused in natural, but I got aware the fact that even such a poor Japanese Canadian look down on Blacks. This way, my first impression of Toronto was fairly bad, and this perception has not changed until leaving. After all, it was less than Tokyo in excitements and less than Vancouver in friendliness.
Needless to say, I avoided Niagara Falls. Having staying Toronto, I felt I had enough of Ontario. However, I wanted to fish in one of the 5 Great Lakes. I learnt Lake Ontario was contaminated enough as much as people even didn't eat fish caught there; as a matter of fact, there were no fisher ports around greater Toronto area and fishing in Lake Ontario was said to be defined in sports fishing to catch and release. Hence, I headed for Lake Erie.
Overpass highways to and from Toronto the numbers of cars including trucks were enough to understand the power of economy in Toronto; the many cars didn't decrease even reaching Southwestern Ontario.


by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-07 07:15 | 23.Ontario southward