Today should be my last day in lovely Quebec. I woke up to road construction and a noisy line of cars slowly taking turns passing through. I snaked my way through the road works for a ways and along a river that seemed to be favored by the local fly fishermen. Rolling hills and trees were the majority of the scenery as I made my way closer to the New Brunswick border. The sun set as I rolled up and down the lazy hills, enjoying the peaceful country atmosphere.
Shortly after the sun made its retreat I spotted a curious set of blinking lights on the other side of the road just down a hill. As I got closer my suspicions were confirmed and it was another cyclist. He was wearing a colorful sweater and had a funny little head on the front of his bike. Out here in the middle of nowhere and in the dark he was quite the sight.
It turned out he was a gentle french fellow name Guy who was doing a tour around Quebec. When I commented jokingly that his spare tires looked like hula-hoops it turned out they were. He told me he usually carries around a unicycle and juggling pins as well. He claimed to be an artist of some sort but he looked more like he was from Cirque du Soleil. We parted ways and I couldn't help but feel happy that there were strange creatures like Guy wandering the earth.
I cycled on, reaching Matapédia and eventually the long bridge that crosses the border into New Brunswick. I found a nice "Welcome to Quebec" sign and stopped to take a picture of myself as a fox casually hopped out of the bushes by the sign and trotted off with a rabbit in its mouth. My week long journey through Quebec ended when I crossed the bridge and entered my first Atlantic province... New Brunswick! The ride through Quebec has been amazing and I really do love this province, please don't ever leave Canada!
Across the bridge and fresh into New Brunswick I was surprised to see that french was still the primary language on signs. The stretch after the bridge was a dark one with a grand total of one street light that I could see coming for half a kilometer. When I reached it the damn thing shut off leaving me in pitch black and turned back on when I was well out of reach. My kind of street light. A giant factory and little town eventually showed up and the smell was something like cinnamon toast crunch. I went on a little further into Campbellton and found a walmart to pitch my tent up next to and call it a night.
