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Day 1 in Percé

Day 1 in Percé

July 15 was our first official day in this lovely city. We woke up to a fascinating view. And to think, this would be our view for the next few days. Not bad at all. We woke up and immediately checked the time. We wanted to have breakfast, and we also wanted to go to hotel reception as we were advised the previous night. So, we called my parents and left for the reception desk. Thankfully, we met a receptionist who spoke fluent English. This meant I wouldn’t have to fake my way through “speaking” French. And it turned out that the gentleman we spoke with the previous night only asked us to go in the morning to make sure we’d be able to communicate with someone. We asked about breakfast and made our way into the dining area.

We were given a table by a window with a view of Pèrce Rock. Our waitress came over with the menu and I went straight for what I knew.


French toast and scrambled eggs, yum 😋. It was the best French toast I had ever eaten. And because I know what I like, I ordered the same thing for the next two days. My husband and parents caught on and soon all of them were ordering the French toast. The teeny tiny dish of beans was just part of the meal I guess. I asked the waitress if there was any meat in the beans because they looked a lot like pork and beans. She kindly told me, “No, there’s no meat. If you find a little piece of pork, you can just take it out.” Um, that sounds a lot like meat in the dish. And of course, it would be pork since I don’t eat it. But I’m glad I asked.

We finished breakfast, went back to the room, and then sat out on the balcony while we waited for my parents to finish breakfast. Once they returned to their room, we all decided to head into town. It wasn’t really a long walk, but it was downhill which would mean a walk uphill to get back to the hotel. I wasn’t really looking forward to that, and secretly I hoped we’d be able to teleport back to the hotel later on.

The weather was lovely, as you can see in the photos below. But, it wouldn’t stay that way. My parents had returned to the hotel, and we decided to stay in town. We stopped at a little cafe and had fries. My husband had coffee because he’s all about the coffee.

We were sitting outside until it started raining. If it were just a light rain, we could’ve handled it. But it was really coming down. We were forced to go buy an umbrella from the gift shop owned by the cafe owners. But, it wasn’t enough for the walk we had. So, I called my dad and asked him to pick us up. Look at that, I managed to not climb that hill afterall. 😉

 

Note to self: When traveling outside of Saudi Arabia, it might actually rain. So, be prepared! Carry an umbrella or rainjacket or something.

 

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Puffins!!!

Puffins!!!

Once we got off the speedboat at Puffin Island, my mother rode up the little hill with our hostess while my dad, husband and I walked. Puffins were flying around and I could barely contain myself. We were there because of my obsession with puffins, so I couldn’t wait to get inside and settled a little bit so that I could go out and attempt to take pictures. Once we got inside with all our things, we were more formally introduced to our hostess Louise. She had a lovely accent and very friendly demeanor. She explained the ins and outs of how things would work. First, we were asked to remain on the paths so as to not disturb or possibly harm the puffins’ nesting areas. Also, she would be staying in the house with us. We’d all be sharing a bathroom. Not something I’m too fond of, but it was necessary and I figured I could deal with it for a couple days to see puffins. 😀 The toilet was a composting toilet which I was admittedly afraid of. I have my standards! But again, I was willing to deal with it because I knew I’d be rewarded with the opportunity to observe puffins in real life. And it turns out it wasn’t as scary as expected. Our bedrooms were upstairs, steep stairs. So, we all decided that we didn’t need to take our bags up. We simply took what we needed as we needed.

Since we were basically settled in, I wasted no time and I went out. The weather was perfect. I heard that it had been miserable the day before. So we lucked out. I was shutter happy. “Shutter happy” is an adjective used to describe an individual who, when in the midst of a photo opportunity, can’t control the urge to push the shutter release button. I was like a kid in the toy store, grabbing every chance I could to snap. And, it probably comes as no surprise, but I was not always so successful. My heart raced from the excitement. Who gets that excited about such things? Well, I guess I do. They are magnificent little creatures, and I enjoyed seeing them more than they enjoyed seeing me.

I also got a few pictures of guillemots that were also hanging out on the cliffs with the puffins. But let’s face it, they weren’t my real interest though I appreciated the added bonus.

Later my husband came looking for me. As if I could go anywhere. We were on a teeny tiny island in the middle of the water. And, I had no intentions of swimming for it. He walked with me as I continued to chase puffins with my camera, and then it started raining. We stayed out as long as we could without melting and then went inside. Louise was preparing dinner, so we all sat at the table looking out the window. Even in the rain, it was a beautiful scene. The rain didn’t last long, so I went out again.

Because we were caught up in the scenery, the weather, and the birds, we opted to wait a little while for dinner. The sun was setting and it was absolutely breathtaking. It’s not that I’ve never seen a sunset, but this was one I was able to truly revel in. There were no loud noises, except the sounds of the water and seabirds. There were no street lights. No cars going by. Nothing getting in the way of the view.

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Eventually, we would have to go inside. And soon we were surrounded by darkness. Dinner was ready, and we sat down to a lovely table setting. We started with fish soup. Yuck! I am not a fish person. When Louise wasn’t looking, I swapped my husband’s empty bowl with mine. She saw me. Oops! We were then served grilled chicken bruschetta and vegetables which included broccoli, my favorite. 🙂 For dessert, we had strawberry mousse and there was something else chocolate, but I didn’t eat it.

Puffin Island really agreed with me so far!

 

 

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Off to a Puffin Getaway

Off to a Puffin Getaway

The speedboat arrived, and all we could think about was the headache we would have moving our bags across some sand to get to the floating boat ramp. Fortunately, we got some help from the company. I looked at the boat and then my mom. Once again, I suspected she might be cursing me, disowning me. This wasn’t like the large boat we were on for our whale watching trip. And then, she had the option to be inside away from the elements. It would be cold on the water, and my mom is always cold.

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The ride was supposed to be 10 minutes. But who’s counting when you have views like this? We watched as the place we left got smaller and smaller.

It felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. In a way we were. My first thought was that it would be nice to get away from it all. Away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. A time to get back to nature.

Along the way, the only sounds we heard were from the boat’s motor, splashing water, and the various songs of seabirds, seals. We saw seals, and we also saw puffins flying by. Puffins! What’s not to love about puffins? I couldn’t wait to land on the island that I convinced my parents and husband to go to. I couldn’t wait to get a closer look at these birds that I came to love in the past couple of years. It would be my second chance to see them with the first time being in England. But when I was there it was the end of their nesting season. This time we would be right in the middle of it.

Up next, puffins!

 

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Aside

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not exactly an Olympic runner. Being a teacher in Saudi Arabia doesn’t give me many opportunities to get out a lot. I go to class, and then I sit at my desk working on things related to class. After that, I go home and sit some more except when I’m cooking or cleaning. I’m usually too pooped to even think about exercise. So when we go on vacation that requires me to do more than sit, it can be a challenge. Luckily, Tadoussac had the perfect solution. A trail for lazy people. One that wouldn’t kill us.

Sentier de la Pointe de l’Islet Trail. Even the name was music to my ears. It was an easy and relaxing walk. My parents sat this one out. So it was nice to take this little hike with my husband.

Many people walk the trail for the trail, but many more take it in order to reach the shore in hopes of spotting whales as they’re known to make appearances from time to time. We had the same hopes, but the walk itself was nice even if we didn’t see any whales.

We knew we had arrived when we reached a little bridge, the subject of many of my photos. Even the bridge tells a story of sorts, but you are the one who shapes that story. A part of my story began here looking out at the Saguenay River/Fjord.

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Ah, how marvelous Tadoussac is. Beauty surrounds you wherever you are. From every corner, the story is the same. Look at what is before your very eyes, take a deep breath and soak it all in.

Hiking for Lazy People in Tadoussac

 
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Posted by on August 13, 2016 in Roadtrip 2016, Travel Adventures

 

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Quebec City: Montmorency Falls

It was the 7th of July and we decided to go out to visit the Montmorency Falls. It was chilly and it looked like it was going to rain, but that no longer stops us from going out after our trip to Malaysia last summer.

The falls weren’t far from the hotel and were easy to find. We got there and began discussing the climb or cable car ride up. My legs were still sore from Niagara, so the cable car was the obvious choice. I would’ve paid any amount they asked for as long as it meant I wouldn’t be climbing anything.

It wasn’t very busy when we got there, so we hopped on the cable car up with another family.

This is the view as we made our way up to the top. It should be noted, if you don’t know already, that Montmorency Falls are actually higher than the falls at Niagara.

At the top, it’s very nice. We stopped for a few photos because that’s what I do.


I was so happy to see flowers.

It was a nice stop at the top with a wonderful view down below. You can see the bridge to Ile d’Orleans.

It was also a good break from the exhausting climb to the top. As if we climbed, ;).

Finally, we made our way to the suspension bridge that goes over the falls and takes you to the other side.


My dad and husband were excited to go across. My mom? Not so much. Apparently, bridges freak her out. Once upon a time, they freaked me out as well. But I decided that life requires us to build and cross bridges from time to time. Sometimes it’s the only way to see and understand what’s on the other side. Anyway, she opted to go across. If you’re afraid of heights or water, the view from the bridge might be a wee bit scary.

My mom may have been cursing me under her breath the entire time she was walking across. But I lived, and contrary to what she may have thought initially, she did, too.

Once on the other side, we took the path leading to the stairs down which seemed to be a million. But going down is much easier than going up. We stopped along the way and took videos and pictures as the sky dripped and the falls sprayed us.


You should definitely have a rain jacket/poncho if you’re going to see the falls. As I mentioned earlier, it was cool out. And we got wet. We didn’t mind. We live in the desert, so cool and wet were ideal. And by the time we got to the bottom, there was nothing dry. Ahh, good times!

Next stop, Ile d’Orleans….

 
 

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