Montreal to Tadoussac part 3 of 3

Catch up with part 2 here

I made my way down the winding roads along the banks of the St. Lawrence river, watching as the far bank slowly grew further and further away until it was difficult to discern from the clouds on the horizon.  I was on my way to Tadoussac by bus when we pulled over in a small town.  I hadn’t understood what the driver had said but was sure that I hadn’t heard the word “Tadoussac” mentioned so I stayed in my seat whilst the majority of other passengers got off.  Ten minutes later I learnt from the droves of people returning to the bus that we’d pulled over to go to McDonalds.  On we went once everyone’s takeaways were aboard and the driver had managed to relieve himself.  We next wound up on a ferry on the approaches of Tadoussac in order to cross the Saguenay river.  The bus pulled over into another layby-cum-service stop.  It was pouring with rain so I decided to make use of the facilities to buy some well-earned lunch and figure out how to get to my motel.  By the time I reached the motel I resembled a drowned rat, so much so that the receptionist felt the need to go out of her way to state that we could’ve called and gotten a lift to the motel.  Once the rain had stopped, I explored the village briefly, getting a feel for places to eat and see.   

I awoke bright and early ready to explore the town in depth.  My first stop was the tourist information centre, I got information about some of the things to see in town and bought myself a ticket to go whale watching.  I then took in the sights of the new church as well as the old chapel, which I was told was the oldest Christian chapel in North America.  It was a pretty little building with white walls and a red roof, something quite prevalent as the nearby hotel Tadoussac is similarly clad.  Both these buildings look out to the impressive natural beauty of Tadoussac bay, ensconced as it is by the verdant wooded hills on both sides.  In the far distance you can just make out the far shore of the St. Lawrence river.  I made my way to the Marine Mammal Interpretation Centre which functions as a museum for marine mammals.  Although relatively small there was a lot of information about different types of marine mammals such as whales and dolphins amongst others.  There was also a presentation given and you can see and feel multiple skeletons inside.  It was awe inspiring standing next to a blue whale skull that dwarfed my entire body.   

The following day I made my way down to the docks in order to board my boat.  I was excited by the prospect as I was told that due to the unique properties of the river nearby, krill (whale food) tends to be plentiful year-round so there tends to be many whales present and some migratory species such as Beluga tend to live here permanently.  En route to the feeding sites and the impressive looking man-made lighthouse constructed in the middle of the river I started to feel incredibly sea sick.  I popped my head above deck and immediately felt better, in addition to which I had a fantastic view of the whales “blow”.  I was very lucky to physically see these majestic animals and one curious whale came within a few meters of the boat.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see any Humpbacks breaching but it was still fantastic day.  On my return to land I was buoyed by my recent experience and decided to treat myself to the most amazing Maple syrup pie I’ve ever had.  After this, I went for a small trek around a nature trail which was located on a nearby peninsula and took in the amazing views of nature.  It’s said that if you’re lucky enough you might catch sight of a whale or two, however I was unable to see any.  I sat on a rock as dusk approached to take in one last view of the beauty surrounding me.  The sun set on my last day travelling in Canada.  I made my way back home.   

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