Bonjour!

Here I am sitting in the hostel in Quebec, making the most of the free Internet and planning my next move.

The train seemed like a much better option then the bus for the journey here to Quebec City, I really could not sit on the bus for another 20 odd hours. What a difference it is, you get your own sit meaning that no one can sit next to you and feel the need to talk to you for hours about anything and everything when all you want to do is sleep. You get a cosy little blanket and pillow to curl up to and even coffee brought to you. So much better then the stops every two hours, freezing air con blasting out at you like they think they are carrying peguins and someone squashing you to the corner on the Greyhound bus.

After getting over the fact that my waist clip on my backpack had broken and just tying it around my waist hoping it would hold, I got to Quebec at seven in the morning to find that the train station had no luggage storage and I could not check in until five in the evening. Lugging the broken backpack around for hours in the heat did not seem like the best idea and luckily the light shone on the bus station and its hidden lockers.

I soon discovered that Quebec is split into towns, one part being up what sometimes feels like a thousand steps. Plus it is this bit that has all of the tourist type things. I have walked up those steps about 50 times I swear and I think my legs are just now on auto pilot because I can't actually feel them there anymore.

It is the 400Th birthday of Quebec so there are lots of random happenings around the town. Lots of street entertainers, shows, bands etc. Canada seems to be full of statues so naturally there is a statue on every corner.

A beautiful city with a romantic feel, cobbled streets with lots of old looking buildings stretching down small streets occupied by art shops - worlds about from the rest of the country, sometimes I really did feel like I was in Europe. One thing though, I really wish I had paid more attention in my French classes, I feel like I look blankly at every person that speaks to me.

Matt, who I mention to have met in Victoria, was staying here to which is when we discovered Quebec City by night and realised you could actually walk for hours. Yes more walking the next night too. I must have walked around the city so many times and could probably tell you the position of any place.

One thing about this place is the religion. There are plenty of Cathedrals around, but they are all like tourist spots with guided tours and leaflets to give out. Somehow it doesn't seem right, when you see people actually worshipping and then others busying around like little bees with cameras chattering away.

Tonight, its a couple of drinks at the hostel with a few of the people here and then an early night as it is a six am start for me. Off to Montreal to stay with friends from home. Claire tells me I have a room over looking the mountains of Montreal. A little bit of paradise awaits I feel.