A CanadianGay Guy Crosses Canada
Summer 2008 - a Travel Log
Tuesday, 22nd July: Fredericton, NB
Last evening I took Buddy for a walk
down the street about 200 yards to the Fredericton Botanical Gardens. A
nice innocent place to take your dog, right? Wrong! There is a large
unpaved parking lot at the entrance, and a fenced ballpark.
the parking lot were cars parked, with single guys sitting inside them.
I noticed one guy get out of a pick-up and walk over to another car
parked nearby. The two men spoke briefly, then the guy got into the
passenger seat. Then the driver's head disappeared from view!
accidentally stumbled upon one of the busiest cruise sites in
Fredericton. Later, I checked it out on Squirt.org. The action takes
place in the parked cars, inside the ballpark compound when it is not
in use for games or practice, and on the trails in the surrounding
Yes, I went back - twice as a matter of fact. My dog needed the
exercise. And yes, I sucked some dick - two of them- one on a trail and
one in a parked car!
I did not take the pic of the parking lot, ball
park and gardens entrance above. I borrowed it from Squirt.
- Posted By Ted to CanadianGay Blogspot at 7/22/2008 01:04:00 PM
Wednesday, 23rd July: 10810 km - 11130 km - Fredericton, NB, to
Yesterday I lucked out and found a new groomer at the
local Pets Unlimited. She hasn't been open long enough to build up much
of a clientele, so she was able to take Buddy on short notice.
about small world. We got chatting and said she used to live on the
West Coast. She said I probably would never have heard of the small
island she used to live on: Texada Island. As it turns out, I look out
my front window at Texada, just seven miles away. The only way people
can get on or off the island is by ferry to Powell River, where I
This morning Buddy's new haircut was my introduction to two 40-ish
guys on their honeymoon. They also had a Shi-tsu. At first, the
original guy I met kept referring to his "friend" who was still eating
breakfast, but after he noticed Buddy's rainbow collar, "friend"
became "partner" and then "husband," who he introduced me to when he
came out to join us dog-walkers. A handsome twosome!
The New Brunswick
government encourages tourists to take the "scenic routes" around the
province, and tell you to just follow the attractive, distinctive
signs. Unfortunately, not enough work has gone into the placement of
these route-marking signs. There will be one at one major intersection,
then not at the next. You just have to guess which way to turn. If you
are lucky you will find another marker a few kilometers along your
route. If you don't, you may or may not be on the wrong road. After a
couple of hours of this Russian Roulette with roads, I gave up and
returned to the main highway!
Thursday, July 24th: 11130 km - 11450 km -
Edmundston, NB to Sainte-Foy, QC
A grey morning and drizzling much of
the time. It made for a tiring drive. This is the most expensive
Comfort Inn I have stayed at so far, but it's exactly like all the
rest. The only reason for the high prices is that it caters to the
airport trade. They are charging me $118 a night - and that's with the
seniors/AAA discounts, and another $25 for Buddy! What a rip-off!
Thoughts and Observations:
Worst Drivers: Probably PEI drivers. They all
seemed to tailgate, never give way to anyone, and seemed to think a
four-way stop is a challenge to the bravest (or the most
Angriest Drivers: Torontonians. They all seem to be mad at
each other. I have never seen so much fist-waving, angry honking,
shouting, and flipping the bird as I did in southern Ontario. And I
don't mean at me. Not that they bad drivers! They are good. They have
to be to survive those madhouse morning commutes!
Best Drivers: Quebec
City drivers seem to take it all in stride. Whether it's the freeways
or the narrow old city streets, they seem to navigate with ease at high
speeds and don't seem to get pissed off at tourists like me doing
Maritimes Potatoes: Although the fields are
everywhere, and there are roadside stalls selling new potatoes all
over, every meal I ate in the Maritimes came with frozen fries - except
this morning. My breakfast in Edmundston came with pan-fried new
And while we are on food: If that tasty, moist white fish I got
served all over the Maritimes is haddock, what the hell is that grey, tasteless
stuff that Captain Highliner serves us?
Highway Rest Stops: (A topic
dear to the heart - and bladder - of people like me):
The Best Province:
Quebec by far. Not only are they about 50 km apart, but there are also
signs telling you far to the next, if you skip this one. They are also
clean and well-maintained, and usually have a small concession with
pop, chips, coffee and sandwiches.
The Worst Province: I think New
Brunswick and Manitoba are tied here. I only saw one in each province,
although there are washrooms at all the NB Information stands, but you
often have a hard time getting to them.
The Strangest Province: PEI has
signs along the highway, pointing you in the direction of the
pit-stops, but they don't tell you how far you might have to go. Only
one was right on the highway. Another I had to travel 10 km!
Ontarians taller than the rest of Canadians?
It would seem so by the
placement of their urinals. Most of them are too high for me. I either
have to use the kids' one or piss upwards!
- Posted By Ted to CanadianGay Blogspot at 7/24/2008 11:32:00 AM
Xmas in July
Friday, July 25th, 11450km - 11859km - Sainte-Foy, QC to Rigaud,
QC (with a side trip to Hawkesbury, ON)
Today was all back-tracking,
except that TomTom took me by a devious route and got me to one of
Montreal's bridges which was under repair, and 5 lanes of traffic were
funneled down to two - or in this case, one.
I arrived just as a car
broke down in one of the two lanes, so it took an hour to get across
the bridge. Thank God for my anti-pee pills!
I was supposed to meet my
old friend Luc (Froggy to you) and his BF Alain for dinner at Plein
Bois, but Luc messaged me early this morning that the weather forecast
for the area was bad, so we would have dinner in Hawkesbury instead. So
I checked into Plein Bois and set up my tent before driving in to
Grim like the weather
I look grim in the pic, because so did the weather. Not
only that, I had just discovered there is no wi-fi signal in my section
of the campgrounds, so I would not be able to moderate CanadianGay
I had a really nice dinner with my old friend Luc and Alain in
Hawkesbury, but the day's driving had taken its toll. I had to beg my
excuses soon after supper and drive back to the campground, about 50
km. I was worried that I would fall asleep at the wheel. I was in bed
by nine and slept through till seven the next morning.
26th: Christmas in July at Plein Bois
An annual event at Plein Bois is
Christmas in July, and it sure draws a crowd. Although they have around
400 camping sites, I got one of the last ones available when I booked
two weeks before, and that was pretty well the furthest from the pool,
recreation hall, and showers!
I figure there were close to 2000 guys
there for Saturday night.
During the afternoon, Luc and Alain dropped by
my tent-site for a visit, and Alain took this pic of us with our
Me, Buddy, Luc, Seven
One of the parts of the Christmas in July tradition
is lighting up the whole parkway with tea-light candles along the
roadways, about 3 kilometers of them. The owners provided each campsite
with 12 tea-candles and 12 plastic glasses to use as wind guards. We
lined the roadsides with the candles, and with the help of the local
insect - fireflies galore, the whole area was turned into a magical
Tealights and fireflies
Along with that, many of the long-term campers had gone to
great extremes with Christmas decorations and lights.The pic above is
not very good, but you will get the idea.
(Additional material - How did I ever forget to include this before???)
The four teens in the next tent had bought
Christmas lights and a portable generator from Montreal to decorate their tent.
One of then took a real liking to "Boody" as he called my pooch.
At one point in the evening, he took a leak in back of my tent, then stumbled
into my campsite to visit Boody, his cock still hanging out. While we chatted, it got hard,
and he gave me a big grin and shrugged. He pointed at it, and I took his invitation, and played
with it and sucked it a little before he said "Bon soir"
and went off to join his buddies, who were heading out to the rec hall.
(End of additional material)
And at 9:00 pm came the
highlight: the Christmas Parade. About 20 floats weaved their way
through all the roads in the campground/trailer park. They were just as
elaborate as the floats you see in your hometown parades, with one
slight difference. Because of the narrow, winding roads, and the
overhanging trees there is a restriction on height and length of the
The naked guy on the float above was sure swinging that dick of
his in amazing time to the Christmas carols.
(More Additional material:)
I found this YouTube posting of the whole parade to give you more of an idea!:
(End of additional material)
The parade was followed by
a Christmas cabaret at the rec hall, which I didn't attend, but I might
just have well done so. I could hear the music quite clearly from my
tent on the hill a kilometer away, and the 4 teens in the next tent
partied for a couple more hours after the cabaret finished.
27th: 11850 km - 12080 km - Plein Bois, QC to Ottawa, ON
Alain and Luc
Before I left
for Ottawa I had a quick coffee with Luc and Alain, and managed to get
these pics of us with our CanadianGay golf shirts on.
Me and Luc
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After I left
Luc and Alain, I pressed west to Ottawa. The only difference I noticed
when crossing from Quebec into Ontario was that the price of gas
dropped about 10 cents a liter. Glad I didn't fill up in Rigaud!
- Posted By Ted to CanadianGay Blogspot at 7/27/2008 04:41:00 PM
Impressions from Ottawa
Monday, July 28th: Ottawa
There are hundreds of empty parking spaces
around the Parliament buildings and other government buildings in the
vicinity. They are all reserved for officials, who either were very
late for work on this Monday morning at 10:30, or they are all on
summer holidays at the same time.
Never-the-less, uniformed persons are
there to inform you that you can not use these unused parking spots. I
had been parked in one no more than two minutes, reprogramming TomTom
to take me elsewhere, before I was given the warning.
Does anyone work here?
Colonel By Market (aka the byward market)
was very interesting - so many fresh veges and fresh fruit and fresh
flowers - and not-so-fresh bars, and even less fresh sex clubs.
Everything from flowers to sex.
seems to have more than its fair share of bums, panhandlers, and
deadbeats - and all over town, not just in a small downtown area.
many of them are in business suits!
I am not sure that downtown Ottawa
doesn't beat out Charlottetown for the worst municipal roads.
along the Rideau Canal is very nice, as are the green parks and walking
areas. Too bad you can't find any place to park so you can get out and
take a walk. I guess that's why there are so few people using the areas
except the occasional cyclist or jogger.
A new hazard for toilet paper
users: The Ottawa Travelodge bathrooms combine two of the worst
placements: They are not only alongside you but behind you, but also
almost out of reach. You have to be very lithe to reach. If you find it
easy, you would make a good "Twister" contestant. And even if you
succeed in getting some paper, there is still the water hazard to
contend with. The water level in the toilet bowl is so high it is
almost impossible to wipe your butt with dry paper!
The Best Hamburger
Ever!: I will probably never eat another Big Mac or a Wendy's, but I did
get to eat the best hamburger ever from Rockin' Johnny's Diner on
Carling Road. It was a mammoth construction with a single 1" thick,
juicy patty with relish, lettuce, bacon, sauted onions, tomatoes, and
Swiss cheese, served with the best onion rings ever. They even had
moist, sweet onion inside the batter! There was also a 6 inch dill
quarter. To my credit, I ate it all!
Since Quebec is still only a
stone's throw away across the Ottawa River, a couple of
Passing an ordinary working-man's home with a wooden
crucifix in the front yard. It was full size and had a life-sized
marble Jesus impaled upon it.
Turning off the highway into a small
village (Sainte Anne Del La Perade) to gas up and finding a full-sized
cathedral in the center of town.
And all I wanted was some gas!
- Posted By Ted to CanadianGay Blogspot at 7/28/2008 11:52:00 AM