A couple of updates coming up

Been away from keyboard for a couple of days now. I've mostly been seeing the sights with Chick's cousin Lynda and Katrin, who's an exchange student from Austria. I think I've never walked this much in my life, my feet are still groaning 'the horror, the horror'.

During the last couple of days, I've been brutally beaten by a Japanese zen-monk, witnessed 60-70 duct tape warriors fight each other for guts and glory, seen hundreds of people listen/dance/nod their heads as a bunch of 20-30 hippies jammed away playing every single type of drum known to man, been scared to death of giant spiders in the Olympic Stadium's observation tower's lift, visited two gigantic churches, walked around in the second biggest Botanical Garden in the world, eaten pizza in Little Italy and chinese in Chinatown, listened to Brian Setzer in a crowd of 200000 people, and about two trillion other things I can't remember right now. Saying that I've been busy would be a massive understatement.

I don't know where I'd start so I'll do this in chronological order, starting from last Thursday when my temporary parents and their friends took me down to Kahnawake, a nearby indian reservation. We went to a restaurant before exploring the reservation and I thought 'hey, this looks kinda familiar'.



Wait, what, am I in Lapland? And what's this?



Hang on a second... wolves, eagles, bears! I have to be in Lapland! No wait, what's this then?



I'm by no means an expert, but that doesn't look like Saami to me!

There weren't enough mosquitos either and everyone was driving around in pick-up trucks. Oh yes, apparently the Mohawk really love pick-up trucks.

They don't have to pay certain taxes so the reservation was full of cigarette shops. Their stop signs were also approximately 6090 times cooler than regular Quebec ones:



I like how someone had seen it necessary to spray a little "now" in there too. I also like how 'stop' in Mohawk is almost the same as 'testing' in Finnish. They also have a very cool flag:




Nice and purple. The reservation itself obviously wasn't one of the richest areas in here, but I liked it somehow because it reminded me of a small Finnish town. Most of the houses were made of wood and there was simply more green than in most parts of Montreal. And their graffitis were way cooler than anywhere else:



I apologize for the overuse of the word 'cool' in this blog entry, but the Mohawk are pretty cool. Mr. T approves of this statement.