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Buchans, Newfoundland
Buchans is a pretty town in central Newfoundland
which, sadly, has the remains of its glory days as a mining town literally
rusting away. Good place, kind people, and some weird berries I ate
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Port-aux-Basques, Newfoundland
There are no longer trains in Newfoundland, so you have
to take the bus and take the ferry from the west coast. It's 12
hours across the island and then 8 on the ferry. It costs $20 to walk
on to the ferry. Dress warm, bring food, and try not to make Titanic jokes. |
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Cape Breton Highway
After the ferry arrived early in the morning, I took a shuttle van from Cape Breton to Truro in central
Nova Scotia. Cape Breton's, uh, charms continue to elude me, but the van was warm.
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Truro, Nova Scotia
In Truro I met up with the Via train station. It's a little place with a
surprising amount of history, and there's a display with chunks of the Berlin wall (which would
not have stood out in Cape Breton).
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Old Montreal, Quebec
3 pm to 9 am the next morning. I went to the old quarter with my aunt. It would of course be more lively in the summer, but it was a peaceful afternoon and the smoked meat sandwiches were nice. Knowing a little French will help, but people seemed equally willing to
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Ottawa, Ontario
About four hours from Montreal. It was cold as hell, and my camera froze a few minutes after this picture! I ended up
being too broke to stay anywhere, and wandered around all night waiting
for the next train at 6 am. It's not what I would call a walkable city;
in many places there were no sidewalks at all.
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Parliament, Ottawa, ON
Parliament is beautiful, and there was some excitement
as CBC was preparing for broadcasting the federal election inside. The people in Ottawa seemed as welcoming as the climate, but at least they let me come in. This was the year before 9/11. Imagine sailing into parliament now at midnight with no I.D. |
Public Rink, Toronto
Five hours from Ottawa. I checked out the Much-Music building, couldn't afford to tour the CN tower, and felt
accepted despite not having bathed for, uh, a while. The city has a reputation for being an arrogant metropolis, but I found it fairly
walkable and inviting. It didn't take much to be friendlier than Ottawa.
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Winnipeg, Manitoba
It's a long way from Toronto, almost thirty hours-- it was an entire day on the train through not very interesting Canadian shield scenery. 'Winterpeg'
has two seasons: winter and mosquitos. A
lot of bands and comedians seem to come from here. I think you need
a sense of humor to live here. |
Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
It's another seven hours to Saskatoon. But it was November, the trains were quiet, and
I slept well. For someone who gets motion-sick in a revolving door,
trains were no problem, even for reading. And if there's a crying baby,
there's always another car open (to throw it into: juuust kidding...) |
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Hinton, Alberta
About twelve hours from Saskatoon, after passing through
Edmonton, and near Jasper. This is a fun part to sit in the observation car, where you
chug through some pretty shaky mountain passes. The train never falls off the mountain, right, conductor? ..conductor? |
Jasper, AB
An hour or so after Hinton we arrive in Jasper National Park and the town itself. Jasper is a very expensive place to stay and that this point in my trip, going out for lunch is an extravagence. We have an hour break to look around. It's cool here even in summer and in December it's freezing. |
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Jasper, AB
Jasper can be a cheesy, overpriced tourist trap, but it
has the goods: world-class mountains, scenery, and skiing. It was
about -30o Celsius that day, and so the train was filled with grumbling
skiers after many resorts closed. Jasper the bear never complains. |
Vancouver, British Columbia
About 16 hours from Jasper. Vancouver is a 24-hour a day
traffic jam, but it does have beauty and a cosmopolitan life.
A stay here with family, and then about back to Edmonton. It was near Christmas and the train was crowded, which
meant a crying baby in each car. |