It's time for me to step down and give the role of Leader of the Guild at one of its most illustrious members: Vilmer.
lack of time but also the victim of a certain weariness I decided to play less and give my Dofus Cra level 174 to my son. It is likely that from time to time I'm in the game but my connection time becomes incompatible with the role of leader.
I wish you all a long life in the guild and an excellent game I want to Vilma every success in this new role I know it will great! -Rachdav
A month ago I'm back in France and I still lagging a little homesick for my three months in the beautiful province. I took the course, a big busy year awaits. Enough to miss the good times spent in Quebec and the carefree life.
But I keep the memories in his eyes. Yes, I would remember the sofa Montreal, cheese small Quebec, tarot cards at the lab, the leftovers of experience Roxanne, CD player capricious, carpools, it's based on trust, that 12 inch = $ 5, Android, of ARCUS, the ContentProvider, the Caisse populaire Desjardins, rafting, mine Capelton, ribs in cycling, lakes nations, Mount Bellevue and his cross from the Quebec hospitality, pancakes, poutine, apple pie or blueberry muffin from how to eat, bananas outbreaks of salads self, Spiderman in Montreal, family show in New York, the crowd singing Hey Jude, cirque du soleil, francophone Montreal, not the concert at St John's (^^'), Gite du Voyageur , Zoo St. Félicien Saguenay fjord, beautiful landscape populated with lakes, rivers and forests, Sherbrooke, Montreal, Quebec, New York, Ottawa, Grandes-Piles Roberval, Saint-Félicien, Saint-Rose-du-Nord Tadoussac, 1984, Belief, the journal of Sherbrooke, planets, No Heroics, Valerian and Laureline, Tron, Cowboys Fringants, Dede Fortin and Naughty, WD-40, squirrels, deer, skunks, animal-like-to-a-woodchuck-but-dont-we-don't-know-not-the-name , bears, whales, beluga, Jacques explorer, Samuel founder, Rene Minister, Queen Victoria ...
For the last big release to the discovery of Quebec, The Montreal and I've opted for a break in the Lac Saint-Jean and Saguenay. The area is known for its blueberries, its warm and inviting and landscapes. And much to say right away, we were not disappointed.
I also want to do a little comparison of magnitudes. The area of Quebec is three times that of France; It took us over six hours from Montreal to join the Lake Saint-Jean.
Part 1: Timber!
First stop: Grandes-Piles and logging town, very nice small museum located in a corner lost.
It reveals the work of cutting timber and jobs of loggers and river drivers . Impressive. Our guide, a former lumberjack, punctuates the visit of earthy anecdotes on this bygone era.
Upon leaving, Tony, driving a car, decides to make a detour because "It looked pretty that way. . Much good it took. It led to a small port located along a River and next door, a restaurant aptly named "The Big Chill." We finally ate there on the terrace. Beautiful scenery and delicious meals, the adventure began could not be better. Note
still qu'icitte, wasps seem to be carnivorous. To the dismay of Thibault, one of them showed up for him to bite a piece of smoked meat.
Part 2: Our animal friends.
Well fed, we leave Grandes-Piles. The goal: to join "The lodging of the traveler" (it sounds like a name of an inn in an RPG ^ ^) next to Lake Saint-Jean. This is where we spent the night. Claude and Colette, the owners greeted us like kings. In the morning we had the right to a local breakfast with muffins, pancakes, French toast, fruit salad. Again, it shows a full stomach.
the afternoon we will visit the "Zoo of St-Félicien. The ideal place to discover the wildlife of Borealie . Here there are only animals adapted to the harsh climate of Quebec. Programme: Bear (white, black, grizzly), caribou, bison, prairie dogs, seals, tigers, yaks ...
Part 3: fjord (s?)
After sorting through animals, we leaving in the direction of the Saguenay Fjord. We perform a first step in Sainte-Rose-du-Nord, a small village nestled in a creek leading to the fjord. It was not until the 3 rd entrance sign of the city to finally find homes. It is still a lost corner, but it was well worth the blow to pass. The landscape at bedtime the sun is magnificent.
We then hit the road to Tadoussac. Located at the junction of the Saguenay and St. Lawrence River, the city is famous for its whales. Despite the influx of tourists, the area has retained its charm. Arriving at night, we decided to eat in the restaurant being done at the youth hostel where we spend the night. As chance would have it, a nice folk band playing that night! Next meal was not really the choice is steak or anything. But what steaks! Not only are they huge, but the more we pass ourselves to Barbec. Around here, cooking meat each ca. Finally, another memorable meal.
The next morning we board a dinghy to see the whales. We will have the opportunity to see several fin whales, a school of beluga whales, seals (looking at us with disdain) and a humpback whale. The meeting with the latter is quite unusual. We moved for several minutes in a thick fog when we come across a group of 4 or 5 zodiacs stopped. That's when the whale rose to the surface. Was both the magic and see through the fog and both disturbing to see all these Zodiacs, sometimes noisy, filled with tourists playing the paparazzi to whales. We will finish the ride by a quick tour of the Saguenay Fjord. River, the view is sublime. Although the front of the boat, we take full eyes.
In the end, the mouth of the Saguenay will go down as one of the most beautiful landscapes of my stay in Quebec.
It's been a handful of weekend that I visited Ottawa with three Montreal. Simply put, no one knew what to expect, we had heard all about the capital and then to force Quebec to support the cause, they probably hang out a negative image vis-à-vis the naughty-naughty English-not-nice-nice wanting to assimilate the brave French Quebec.
The Canadian Parliament:
After a journey safely aboard our luxurious Hyundai sunroof (it was outclassed \\ o /), we started our visit to Parliament Hill . We took the opportunity to visit building. Here, all provinces and all cultures are symbolically tied. Whether stained glass, frescoes and carved signs, all the decorations recall the history and diversity of Canada. Then we drove along the Ottawa River to the residence of the governor. Called "The Sussex", the road passes through some of the great museums of the city and several embassies.
The Library of Parliament and the War Memorial:
the evening we were fortunate to attend a show full band set by the Canadian army. We note especially the "favorite movie of the public" (says the guy at the microphone): the obstacle course, and the loser were treated to a dozen pumps. This is ultimately one of the finest Canadian anthems he has been seen. To set the scene: an opera singer, the band of the Navy and the National Guard, all the spectators standing and singing their hymns all on Parliament Hill for the sunset. Magic! In any case, Canadians seem to be much more patriotic than us.
Finally, we finished the evening with a sound and light show, still on Parliament Hill. It recalled the history of Canada and advocated the union of different Canadian cultures (Native American, French, English and new immigrants). A nice message of living together.
Finally, we replied pleasantly surprised. Ottawa is a city-sized and well worth a visit.
Today, a two-part article whose only interest seems to be able to make a pun in the title.
Cowboys:
First, the past weekend, we went to see the Cowboys Fringants concert. A real band already well known around here in Quebec and increasingly across the Atlantic. Musically, it sounds festive with rocks and countries. For their part, the texts speak of ecology, everyday life, politics or simply alcoholic binge. It is sometimes funny and filled with slang Quebecers, sometimes nostalgic with beautiful words. In short, it is also another way to experience Quebec culture.
The other night, I discovered at a party with colleagues from the lab a marvel that can produce human innovation, a technological jewel, a brilliant concept that only our Canadian friends had. In short, a gem of playful pleasure. The problem is that I have not even thought about request the name of the beast ...
The wonder in question:
And yes, it's kind of football to hockey, table hockey saying. It is played by two teams of two. The rules are simple, we must put the puck into the opposing goal. For this, we can move players through long metal rods. There is one per player, 6 in total. Turn the rod to rotate the player and it pushes or pulls the rod to move forward or backward. There is not much purpose, it is a game that moves slowly for a few seconds to accelerate the time of attack devastating. Moreover, it is soon to oscillate between phases and stages of bellowing concentration. It is very technical, because the handling of players via the rods requires a lot of skill. But it's also very tactical, the passes must be timely and coordinated manner with our teammate. Each player is in constant search of good gesture. It takes a certain nobility to play this game!
In the end, this game certainly a soul. It al'improbabilité curling, the effectiveness of football and the celebration of the alley. In other words, as is the big three, he deserves to appear in charts of the best recreational pleasures invented in this world.
It is now a while, I went to a day of rafting with eleven colleagues from the lab. Suffice to say that it was memorable. Program, 2h raft, a meal, 2 hours of rafting, and finally ate another few hours of volleyball. On
rafting, water flow was average. So it's less impressive raft (that's what we were told, I have no basis for comparison). But the advantage is that it can land on one bank to do some canyoning. That is to say, do jumps or falls at the feet to slide on toboggans natural stone.
And all this with the magnificent backdrop for Canadian forest.
To sum up the atmosphere in a raft, that the presentation of a situation:
What we heard:
1. Forward!
2. ...
3. STRONG AHEAD!
4. Break!
5. DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!
6. Splatch *! *
7. Wouu HOUU!
8. Ploutch *! *
9. AHEAD!
10. Oops! Give me shots of rowing!
11. Oops, sorry.
What others have seen rafts:
A raft coming down the rapids known as "washing machine". The crew paddled. At the end of the rapids, the raft waddles like a wave. The crew member on the rear left of the raft is ejected as catapult into the water and is faced his boat. Another crew member on the front left of the raft puts a paddle stroke.
What I thought:
1. is left!
2. ...
3. What! but I already thoroughly train there!
4. Aaah, die ca. Pinaise ooh I'm going to be wet here! oO
5. A Box!
6. Aaaaahhhh!
7. Wouu HOUU!
8. YATAAAA!
9. r'partit It!
10. Stars, I hit a rock with my paddle.
11. qu't'es But how come you here? oO
I assure you, no one was hurt;).
Front:
Pendant (with one group jumping into the rapids in the background):
It is now two months that I'm here and I still have not made the place where I work and what I do.
DOMUS Let's start with the laboratory where I work. DOMUS it means Home automation and mobile computing at the University of Sherbrooke, This lab aims to bring greater independence to people with cognitive disabilities (eg Alzheimer's or schizophrenia). More simply, DOMUS interest to people with problems memories. The lab has two main lines of research: the apartment and intelligent applications for mobile phones.
Part of the lab:
The smart home is a kind of house of the future. It is a habitat full of sensors and displays graphics helping tenants every day. For example, the cook intelligently detects risks or gas temperature is too high. It may then, depending on the situation, shut down automatically, preventing the user or call for help. Or a graphics tablet combined several sensors help the tenant to prepare a dish by following a recipe.
For their part, the mobile applications are for the smart home but outside. They have as much to help the patient to provide assistance for the medical diagnosis. This is where I stand. I need to develop an application for phone to help a person suffering from semantic dementia . More specifically, it is an application help store contacts. It's called ARCUS.
And what is good in ce labo, c’est que pour tester le premier axe de recherche, un appartement réel est imbriqué dans le labo. Et ce qui est encore mieux c’est qu’on a le droit de l’utiliser. On a donc à disposition tout le confort d’un appartement tout équipé à portée de main. Pratique pour manger le midi.
DOMUS est constitué d’une trentaine de personnes dont la moitié de stagiaire français (dont ¾ de l’ESEO d’Anger…). En tout, il y a à peine cinq québécois dans le labo. Ici, ne pas provenir de l’ESEO c’est rare, ne pas être français encore plus. La moyenne d’âge doit osciller autour de 25 ans, et there is currently only one person over 30 years to watch this little world.
The lab is very much alive. LANs Urban Terror (video games) that are triggered in the evening, part of the tarot midday passage of colleagues in other labs to take coffee breaks grouped (or cigarettes for addicts) and dress according to the holy trinity flip flops, shorts and t-shirt SpongeBob. A normal situation for a lab geeks after all.
When a member reaches the rank of Apprentice ( at 1000 xp for the guild won), he has the right to invite new members.
The first simple rule to follow is to recruit members level higher 7 0 . Thus it is ensured that the new member has advanced knowledge of the game As for measuring the evolution of the guild, we will have to recruit more and more levels.
The second rule is to make him a 0% as minimum XP for the guild. If you do not right, thank you for asking a guild member whose rank is Guardian , Advisor, Governor , right arm or Leader. 5% as minimum for XP lvl> 100 .
The 3 rd rule is to give the blog address so he can find all the information to successfully integrate into the guild: http://lestofusmalefiques.blogspot.com /
There is however no criteria of alignment, the player is neutral Bontarian (angel) or brakmarien (demon), he is welcome.
Non-subscribers will by definition a limited lifespan in the guild because their geographical access is limited and their business can not move above the 30 level. Then their xp for the guild will also be limited.
Only time shows whether the player wants to stay in the guild and to change or simply enjoy.
The leader also reserves the right to secede from a new member who does not meet the rules of the guild (see related article).
The prospectus said: "The Epic Capelton: Visit underground. Bring a warm sweater and walking shoes, the temperature in the mine is 9 ° C. Bring your camera. "Ben is not true.
But before that, I am a first stop by the old neighborhood Lenoxville. The area is charming. This is especially where the university is English Bishop.
I've also met a small animal like a groundhog. If anyone has any idea who this creature, it does not hesitate.
After this first walk, I took the road to the mines. On arrival, I realize that it is in the middle of nowhere, on a mountainside. After purchasing the ticket for the guided tour, you handed me a yellow construction helmet. It gives a nice look, almost as though the blue ponchos the Maid of the Myst Niagara Falls. Then all the visitors boarded a large cart drawn not by horses but by a tractor. Both guides will explain when the mine entrance is not on site but at the top of the mountain and, again, it goes hard! Hence the tractor.
Devant l’entrée, on se divise en deux groupes, un par guide. Un troisième guide en train de sortir nous informe qu’il a perdu trois gamins la semaine passée. Il nous demande de le prévenir si on les retrouve. Notre guide commente avec un : « C’est comme à la guerre, chaque guide à le droit à 10% de perte par visite. ». Et sur ce, on rentre dans la mine.
Au final, on apprend tout plein de choses sur l’exploitation et l’histoire de la mine. Le complexe de Capelton à ouvert en 1863 pour exploiter le cuivre servant à fabriquer des munitions. Le Canada then would sell the United States that were, at that time, during the war of secession. It also explains how to get a mule in a mine tunnel with a vertical input [1] or how to identify a pool of chalcopyrite with candlelight. The tour ends with a short documentary showing the history of mining Capelton with archive images.
The output of the mine is very original. The two groups came together and guides us wonder if it tempts us to return the output in total darkness. Who says nothing consents. Electric lighting is off. We just follow the little arrows phosphorescent, only elements visible during the fifty yards separating us from the exit. I do not even see the tip of my nose. Fortunately, the exit tunnel in a straight line. If you were wondering what places can be totally deprived of light, well at least I can tell you that the mines are part of the lot.
Before returning the cart, everyone has the right to pick up a stone from the ground chalcopyrite.
That looks like mine:
[1]: Dialogue at the bottom of the mine.
- You think it does what the mule when trying to make it fit in a large vertical black hole?
- Uh, she does not want?
- Absolutely. Suddenly, he was blindfolded and he attaches the legs. But the problem is that it may turn your stomach if it wriggles during descent. We must therefore make lunch three days before making it back.
Later ...
- When a minor is injured while working, he must send for the doctor. But he too, when he saw the big black hole, it does not really want to go home. So what do we do?
The last weekend I went for a ride to the wood Beckett Park, one of Sherbrooke. And the next day I went by bike Capelton mine. I took the opportunity to make a detour by Bishop, University English Sherbrooke.
Program: detour and towers, stone structures, a passage into the unknown, a mysterious animal, helmets and yellow gemstone. What suspense!
Would I be better staying at home to wooden chairs? Eventually you will tell.
Saturday: wood Beckett
Wood Beckett is a park of Sherbrooke. It is classified as "old wood", the oldest tree was 270 years old.
With all the roots and stones in excess, be careful where you walk, but it gives an ambience completely sympathetic to this park. Anyway, after two hours of walking is a road I found myself nose to nose. Nothing unusual you might say. Except that according to the plan, it should not be there. In fact, I realized afterwards that I had been out since the plan for an hour ... Not wanting to repeat the same path in the other direction, I tried my luck with an alternative route. The problem is that it has narrowed more and more until it disappears (I really recall the shortcuts of any particular person is: D).
I then solved for an hour trudge through the forest before returning to Quebec way trail a passage worthy of the name. During this improvised crossed the bush, I came across a carpet of chanterelle. Unfortunately I had nothing to pick them up. I was very disappointed. I finally landed on my footsteps, and I could finish my ride in a less tiring. I can not follow the trail signs, but my sense of direction still works, is already ca.
On the park, I noticed a trail naming "Ancestors". Saying that there must be the old trees in the vicinity of said path, I eventually managed to start it. Except that after a few go back, I still can not find the entrance. Well there was indeed a small passage way overgrown with greenery "My Neighbor Totoro", but nothing that resembles other gravel roads maintained park. Out of curiosity, I still tried the little passage. After about ten meters, I can finally back up to come face to face with the sign indicating the beginning of the famous trail. Well, ultimately, aside from the entrance, the trail was the most any ...
After all these travels, I still ran into a corner that was well worth the look: in the middle of nowhere, a dozen cairns and inuksuit gathered in a small clearing. Of course I brought my stone at work:)
Arriving I said to myself: "This year, I do not have a photo of home."
Then I cracked ... and more twice that. That said, it allows me to make a little note on the visual atmosphere of the Eastern Townships.
First, a little reminder geography and history (I promise I try to be brief). As its name suggests, the Eastern Townships (Estrie also called) is just ... is. At the time when Quebec was called New France, the Eastern Townships region was heavily wooded. History and serve to complicate matters, the chain of the Appalachians through the cantons (and bike, my legs feel good about the past these Appalachians). Suffice to say that apart from the Amerindians and the riders woods, there are not many people around here. With the arrival of English, the cantons are finally starting to settle somewhat, but not too much. Indeed, his majesty found that the place is a beautiful natural border with its neighbor independence. So it would be a shame to the clearing too. A few years later, it finally European immigrants, Irish and German in the lead, who will populate the region. The Civil War in full swing in the U.S., and it must be someone manufactures ammunition. Thanks to the Appalachians, the cantons have an underground mine exploitation. Business is business, the Yesterday's enemies are tomorrow's customers (ooh my gad, this sumptuous teaser for Mines Capelton I speak very soon in a next section next). Finally, the French Canadian (Quebecois cousins so), finally arriving in the corner during the Quiet Revolution. Well yes, the cantons were too English to their tastes.
With all his comings and goings, the local architecture is very varied. The Victorian houses rub shoulders with influential second empire.
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