Lynn Lake and beyond

Before I tell you about the lovely place called Lynn Lake, just a little update. I’m trying to put together some of the neat places I’ve been around town for you wonderful people, but it's slow going and probably won’t happen till I have found a place to live (sigh.. STILL homeless.)

Now on to the good stuff.

The first leg of my journey took me to Lynn Lake Manitoba, which was my first (and hopefully last) time there. The airport was filled with black bear hunting brochures and sport fishing magazines. There isn’t much to say about Lynn Lake because frankly there isn’t anything there. In less you like killing animals for fun of course (see my judging look? Yeah that’s for you Mister I hunt-animals-just-for-fun.)

Now if at some point down the road someone from Lynn Lake discovers this blog and is terribly upset by what I’ve said, then please feel free to email me and I will happily do a post highlighting the town’s good features. Actually they did have great sandwiches! In all seriousness though, I did not see the actual town myself and so I have no right to judge. Perhaps it really is a wonderful place….. Moving on…

The next stop took me to Iqaluit (I·qa·lu·it /ɪˈkɑ-lu-ɪt, iˈkɑ-luˌit/)

 


which for you non-Canadians is the capital of Nunavut and rests on Baffin Island above Quebec. As someone who was raised more or less in the city, it wasn’t at all what I expected. In my head I had an admittedly racist idea of a bunch of Inuits in a fairly run down city. Well what I found was a town of 8,000 with full hotels and a ton of newly built government buildings. Sure there were the obvious riff-raff as well, but for the most part it was very clean and nice. Just don’t go there expecting to pay regular prices. Main courses were about $50 dollars each, and the starters about $20-30. People get paid a lot more, and since it costs so much to ship everything in (which it all is) the prices are outrageous.

All in all a neat experience though. Because of the time of year it was almost completely dark at night, which helped with the jetlag a bit. The sunset was beautiful and the food, despite being overpriced, was delicious. We slept there for the night and then headed on to Iceland.

I won’t say much about Iceland just because A) I’ve been there previously and loved it, if you can, GO and B) This time I didn’t leave the airport. I watched British commercials and ate free cookies while waiting for everything to get sorted.

At last we arrived in Paris late at night. We had horrible service, which is to be expected in most Parisian restaurants late at night, and then stayed up all night jetlagged. Thankfully my trip is starting to look up, but it’s taken about a week for me to feel that way. More about that later though, for now I’m off to a Mozart concert at the Notre Dame.

p.s. This post took AGES to format, and it still looks retarded. Apologies from the Chef Blogger