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To: kidl who wrote (59280)	11/14/2010 11:15:44 AM
From: Rocket Red	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 233810

"elected officials who have an agenda of their own" Yes 100% correct thats were the problems are they should all be fired

To: kidl who wrote (59280)	11/14/2010 11:42:18 AM
From: E. Charters	Respond to of 233810

Everything is variable. It depends one where you go. It is very easy to go somewhere, have a great time and think it's all like that. We wish. Most of the times I have been to Quebec I had a great time. The elements that made it so, usually had to do with the destination and what I was doing there. When I was skiing I had to admit it was fabulous. Usually I went to St. Agathe, St. Saveur, Grey Rocks, Mont Gabriel, Mt. Tremblant etc. Skiing was good and I can't remember anybody bad I ever ran into since I started going there in 1952. Lodge workers and other service people were universally professional and helpful to a fault. Trips to Montreal, even counting getting all my luggage stolen at Dorval airport were usually satisfying, even entertaining. You do run into the odd glitch here and there. But, if you don't let it get to you, it adds to the entertainment. Hinterland journeys to prospecting country and other environs were ok. Trying fractured French at mining recording offices works out. I don't know what you would do if you didn't have a modicum of fr.-speak. You could starve. I remember trying to describe a Halibut to a waitress in bad fr. I got some kind of look talking about a poisson which swam on its side and had one of its eyes migrate to the other side of its head. Complete with appropriate explanatory gestures. At the end of it I thought she was going to call the people at the rubber room hotel. What stands out about Quebec which might have a little to do with traveller's syndrome, is the bush is nicer. Trees, trails, mountains etc, are more picturesque, and easier to negotiate than the swamps of Ontario. High country is like that, as you ascend the Laurentians as you mover into many environs of Quebec. Rural roads and villages seem better kept. Quebecers seem to like being in the outback with cottages and hunting lots. Another aspect I liked about Quebec is it is relatively low cost for labour, hotels, food, etc compared to Ontario. I hired a backhoe in Quebec for 4 hours. The owner travelled his machine about 4 miles on the side of the road, worked for 5 hours and charged me $250! There is a thing about Quebec businessmen, salespeople and others which strikes me and that is their accomodating nature. They seem to like to communicate and make deals, far and away more than their counterparts elsewhere. If you like a thing in the showroom, there is generally a deal on it they want to make. It isn't just a one price world. Leases, all kinds of arrangements, what you can afford is open to discussion, no matter what. They seem to want to sell the person, and not the machinery/good. Smart if you ask me. Every once in a while you run into some people who don't seem to like English or (it seems) the spoken language. I once asked two gentelemen walking past me on the street, "Où est la rue d'hôtel de ville?" (Where is City Hall Street) They simply brushed past me and spat out "Maudites Anglais!" (Damned English!). No, they don't all speak English, although the language is spoken widely. Many don't speak much better English than I do French, which is painful enough to listen to that it should have wormed out of them pronto whatever Saxon vocabulary they had saved for emergencies. The few glitches that I have run into are more than made up for by the charm of the place. One time I walked into a bar in Rouyn and asked the proprietor for directions to a nearby street address. He asked me to follow him outside and bid me get into his car. He drove me the mile and a half to the location. Try that in New York or Toronto. EC<:-}