Jumping in Lake Wapizagonke

Two days spent in le Parc de la Mauricie, sailing through the different lakes and rivers and avoiding Beaver dams :)

written by  Sly on May 31, 2009 from Saint-Georges, Canada
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Jumping in front of Wall*Mart

Trowing Havaianas in the Wall*mart parking in Kingston. I'm still unsure what is it I wanted to do here.

written by  Sly on June 1, 2009 from Belleville, Canada
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Jumpin in Niagara falls

Maid of the Mist, maybe that's the most famous touristic boats, dragging tourists from the shore down to the fall with some very sexy blue plastic bags!

written by  Sly on June 2, 2009 from Niagara Falls, Canada
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It starts with a jumping into a so called "SPA for Adult only" (that was what was written on The Entrance!)

Jumping in a Spa at KOA Camping

And then have you ever wondering how you would look like if you were riding an invisible Dinosaur ? Here is maybe the answer.

Jumping in KOA Kamping

Jumping in Toronto

Toronto, the big city and the CN Tower (the world's tallest building and free standing structure). Driving (and parking!) with Hervé the RV in big cities is always quite challenging, so this is why we avoiding them as much as possible. But Toronto did worth the stop over, although i must say that I preferred Montreal (more French speaking people :-p).

written by  Sly on June 4, 2009 from Toronto, Canada
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I took pictures of everything with my fisheye lens. The photos were all bubbles of people and roads, because I did not know the lens cover was two pieces - the cylinder and cap - until months later.

I could not find a hotel the first night, so I played soccer with kids from an orphanage infront of a police station. They swore a lot, I could tell, so I talked trash and tried to asnwer their questions. When they went home, I didn't know where to go. I slept on a bench in front of a police station with my chinese dictionary for a pillow, and rocketing up whenever a car drove near in case someone would mistake me for homeless and call the police. But maybe I was. At the time, it wasn't homelessness; at first, the world was my oyster.

I tried several ATMS, growing slowly more panicked with every fail until Societe General finally accepted my card. it was a huge relief. I'd exchanged currency at the airport at he start of the trip, but the $100 was only worth 60E at the time.

Lyon probably was the best place I could have started - beautiful and historic. I passed the Bridges to the famous churches on the River probably a dozen times. Lyon also had HI (Hostel International). Also, there were not so many people that the town felt slimy from the curious fingers of tourists.

For hours my feet wandered around the streets of Lyon, looking at stores, alley ways, steep and old staircases, tiny brick houses, and odd corners, taking pictures of shadows, walls, store fronts, and people.

I had three satchels the whole trip, for three months, stacked my shoulders heavily and roughly balanced.

written by  humancrashpad on August 4, 2012 from Lyon, France
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