So here we are, stuck in a truck-stop mechanic in Quebec. Old Bertha sprung a gas leak! We’ve been here now for about 3 hours just waiting and waiting and waiting some more. Thank God Quebec sells booze anywhere they can. Amy bought us a 12 pack which we are currently drinking in our van in the mechanic playing Scopa. I believe we are waiting for glue to dry and you know what they say about watching things dry! It’s a long process. Pup pup is passed out on the “sofa” as the sun is setting on another day, this the third of our great adventure; pity we ain’t goin nowhere right at the mo!
Hopefully tomorrow will bring better things. It will be a long day of driving as we have to catch up for today’s lack there of. No sleeping in Stacey Connell!
We left our second stop, an Rv park in the middle of nowhere and drove about 3 hours east through Montreal and into Quebec where of course we find ourselves now. The drive was a bit of a nightmare because well, we were driving a 3000 pound RV through Montreal! Oh and the locals have yet to discover the advent of the indicator, you know, the little clicky thing by your steering wheel that lets people know when you want to change lanes or leave the highway. It was … interesting and needless to say my knuckles are still a whitish colour. We will soon be heading to the “festival” as all signs indicate… A cluster of RV’s where cars move for people rather than people moving for cars and where the festivities lie I’m not sure.
It looks as though we may be on the move again … one final check from our monolingual mechanic, some hand gestures and … we’re on our way!!
To the festival we go!
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