Le Pape George, Quebec
Coincidences always find me in other cities. We searched the night for a wine bar to continue the drinking binge through guidebook suggestions. We settled in on both sides of a small square dark-wooded table hunching across to keep the noise level to a minimum. Plastered against the wall was a man strummig a guitar playing bad renditions of songs bor in the States. I try to seperate from home but am always placed back through song. Why does music from the USA make it to every corner of the world and not only that but the worst of it? As the alcohol tweaked our states of well being the crowd seemed to be along for the same ride. The decibals increased and the giddiness and friendliness also gained. Gabbing with immediate neighbors and further brought the night more exhiliration. To our left a woman from South Africa and a man from BC were putting on a drunken display to make all throghout laugh. The pocked large nosed man jumped up yelling "Viva la Quebec ", and that being the last thing I remember. As morning passed through we exited our room after a heavy alcohol aided sleep to retrieve breakfast. Who is in the hallway?, BC and South Africa, the night started becoming more clear over breakfast talk.