I don’t want to give the wrong impression, Quebec drivers are awesome. With all that traffic on a narrow road, and driving so fast, I never felt in danger once. The traffic smoothly flowed through the entire way. It keeps you on your toes[3] but its safe.
As we got back on the highway, we noticed a sign. It was obviously meant to represent a family swimming pool[4] but what caught my eye was the iconographer had taken the time to draw the butt cheeks in: not a sign you would see in Alberta. The sign was labelled Centre Naturiste DSA. I was happy to see that there are places in the world where nudism is so acceptable as to have highway signage.
As I write this (15:17), Sharon has just taken over driving for the day and it is raining heavily. I am grateful it is her, not me. We just had an argument over how many times I am allowed to moo in a day. I say I have mooed at every cow we have passed; she says I am only mooing once a day. She also says she is not fed up with me at all… I’m not trying had enough.
17:05 – Quebec
18:06 – New Brunswick
Footnotes
- in fact, my nohkom has told me I drive like an old lady↩
- I didn’t need my morning coffee until much later, when the adrenaline wore off↩
- also it dries your eyes (from no blinking) and moisturizes your hands (from sweaty palms) ↩
- it was a rear silhouette of three people, a male, female,and child standing over water↩
