Quebec Highlights - My Ford EcoSport Adventure July 4, 2018 · 11 min. readDisclaimer: While the thoughts and opinions are my own, this article was brought to you by a third party. Also, this article may contain affiliate links.
The sun had long set when we crossed the border into Quebec. While we didn't see the official border crossing sign, once the bilingual road signs switched to French, we knew we had entered the final leg of our journey.
This is the third time I've been to Quebec, so I'm used to French signage. In fact, non-English signs are something I've grown accustomed to over the years. I've gotten plenty lost down streets with German, Italian, Austrian, Dutch, Japanese and Chinese names, so French wasn't anything different. For Krystal though, this was a whole new experience. She found the signs disconcerting and often googled what the translated version of them might be. Suddenly even commonplace words like "road" or "stop" were foreign to her.
When we arrived in Riviere-du-Loup it was 1:30 AM Quebec time, so it felt like 2:30 AM New Brunswick time. I'm used to late nights, but Krystal lives with two children and has a full-time job so staying up this late is something she wasn't used to. When we arrived at our hotel, Auberge de la Pointe, Krystal was ecstatic to find our room was not only spacious but also had heat. After two cold nights in PEI and New Brunswick, having a warm room to spend the night was a luxury we didn't know we needed.
The next day we already knew we would run short on time. Our plane left a little after 2 PM, and Riviere-du-Loup was two hours away from Quebec City. If we had to be at the airport an hour early, that means we would have to leave by at least 11 AM. But we wanted to leave even earlier.
I woke up around 7 AM to take the Ford EcoSport for a little drive around the small French community. Riviere-du-Loup is nice town, but similar to St. Martins, there isn't very much to do there, especially early on a Thursday morning.
Much like Oromocto in New Brunswick, Riviere-du-Loup is a very old community, having been established in 1673. It was named after the nearby river, Wolf's River, in which "wolf" translates into the French word "loup". Although "Wolf's River" sounds a little sinister, this is because there is no French word for "seal" and instead are called "sea wolves". This would then translate "Riviere-du-Loup" into "River of the Seal".
But, that doesn't mean there isn't anything sinister about Riviere-du-Loup. For anybody who follows my blog, you'll know that I love anything nuclear. I've been to Hiroshima, I've been to Chernobyl, I long to visit the Trinity Bomb Site, I've written about nuclear bombs in my Canadian X-Files article, it's just something I really find fascinating. Ford didn't tell me this, and I unfortunately learned it much later, but Riviere-du-Loup is actually the site of a nuclear disaster.
Well, accident, not disaster, but whatever.
In 1950, the same year the Flight 2075 crashed near Prince Rupert, British Columbia with a four-megaton nuclear bomb, a USAF B-50 was forced to drop their nuclear bomb over the St. Lawrence River, near Riviere-du-Loup. Probably due t what happened in Prince Rupert, this bomb was rigged to detonate in a non-nuclear explosion before impact. The bomb exploded, scattering 100 pounds of uranium onto the river and throughout nearby Riviere-du-Loup. The reasoning for the dropping of this nuclear payload was because of engine trouble but was kept secret by both governments for over thirty years.
I had about an hour to explore Riviere-du-Loup so I took a trip down to the ferry docks, Parc de la Pointe and visited a few quick sights around town. I then turned around and went back to the hotel. Krystal had gotten up by then and was packing her bags, so I finished packing mine and we checked out.
The drive from Riviere-du-Loup to Quebec City was as different as our drive from PEI to New Brunswick. While in New Brunswick I was amazed by the criss-crossing overpasses, here I was amazed by the freeways. The highways approaching Quebec City were six-lanes across and full of traffic. We probably saw more vehicles on the two-hour drive to Quebec City than in our entire trip through PEI and New Brunswick.
Wen I saw the signs for Levis, I got excited. Levis is the final resting place of Marie-Josephte Corriveau, a convicted witch that lived in Quebec City. After being found guilty for the murder of her second husband, Corriveau was sentenced to hang, and to have her corpse placed in an outdoor cage in Levis. After complaints by the locals, some justified and others paranormal, the cage was taken down and the body buried. Today she is buried in Levis, and her cage rests in Musée de la civilisation, Quebec City. If you want to know more about this story, please visit my earlier article about Quebec City.
Although Levis is right across the river from Quebec City – so close, in fact, that a cannon ball fired the Citadelle of Quebec once bounced off the ice of the river and crashed into a house in the community – I have never visited it. In fact, the whole area around Quebec City is a place I long to explore more fully one day. From Montmorency Falls to Île d'Orléans, Old Quebec to the mighty St. Lawrence, I would love to spend a lifetime in this part of the province.
We crossed Quebec Bridge and formally entered Quebec City. Traffic was much heavier once we got inside the city limits, but also much slower, so it was easier to navigate. I followed the GPS throughout the winding city, gawking at architecture as we went, until we finally found the towering walls of Old Quebec. This neighbourhood and everything in it is four centuries old, dating back to 1608. The walls are built with non-uniform grey bricks, the streets are lined with cobblestone and the alleyways are narrow and twisty. For those who love France, Quebec City is the next thing to it – and unlike France, most people in Old Quebec speak English.
Krystal and I went shopping while in Old Quebec since we didn't have much time to go shopping any other point on the trip. We used what was left of our $650 pre-paid VISA gift cards and took a stroll up to the Chateau Frontenac – the most photographed hotel in the world. We took a few pictures, wandered the grounds and then headed back to the car. I wish I had had more time to explore Old Quebec and show my sister the winding staircases, the churches, the shopping districts, the cannons, the military forts and everything that comes with this incredible city, but we had to go back or we would miss our flight.
We drove the half hour to Québec City Jean Lesage International Airport, found somewhere to park our car and began unpacking everything from our home-on-wheels. When we got to the departure gates, we met up with Denis and chatted about our trip. We had had an amazing time, and so he did. While our adventure ends, his continues as the next drivers of the Ford EcoSport would arrive in just a few hours.
We shook hands, said our goodbyes and headed towards our gate.
Although our trip was rushed, we still saw plenty, made some new friends and experienced much of Eastern Canada along the way. I should have known there was no way we could fully explore three provinces in three days, but we gave it a good effort. We had one of the longest legs of the trip, with the people coming after us only doing Quebec City to Montreal.
The Ford EcoSport passed through Regina a few days ago and should near the end of it's cross-Canada trip within a few weeks.
They say hope was the last thing to die in Auschwitz.
It's been just over 70 years since the Allies liberated the death camp and the horrors of the "Final Solution" were revealed to the world. Prior to their arrival, Auschwitz was the most effective death camp ever created, having taken the lives of over 1.1 million Jews.
Block 4 of Auschwitz holds the museum, explaining the best it can about what happened seven decades past. The museum explains what Auschwitz was originally built for – a camp for Polish prisoners of war – and how it became key to the Nazi's "Final Solution". The museum goes over the construction of Auschwitz I, Auschwitz II (Birkenau) and Auschwitz III (Monowitz), the increased sizes and effectiveness of gas chambers and the factories of death that stood and smoked over the camp during its operation.
The following is a guest article by Sally Elbassir, the owner and food taster of Passport and Plates, originally titled "The Tapas, Taverns and History of Madrid: A Food Tour". Be sure to drop by her blog for culinary treats from around the world!
I've always been a foodie. Long before the term "foodie" ever existed, I was that kid who was always eager to try something new.
Things haven't changed much in the last couple of decades. My palate has expanded, and I discovered that my dream job does exist; it just happens to be occupied by Anthony Bourdain. Now I satisfy my foodie obsession by writing on Yelp, and on my blog... there's plenty more where that came from.
Part 12 of my cross Canada series takes us to the smallest province in Canada, Prince Edward Island. However, don't let the name confuse you: PEI is actually 232 islands!
PEI also happens to have smallest population of any province in Canada, with only 146,300 people as of 2014. This means this province has less people than my hometown Regina!
Being so small, however, it was difficult to find images on Instagram. That isn't to say there's nothing there worth seeing! Quiet the quandary, actually. PEI has a few very unique locations that drive their tourism. One of them is the gorgeous themed village of Avonlea, named after the village in the hit novel "Anne of Green Gables" published in 1908. This story, and the subsequent stories, follows Anne, a red-haired "fiery" orphan who grows up on PEI. The story is an international bestseller, and is strangely very popular in Japan (or so I've been told)!