And there you have it, after eating, drawing blood from all surfaces exposed or not, even with a net on my head!, I got back on the road. More precisely, I woke up at 6:30, dressed in the tent, folded my sleeping bag and my mattress, prepared my exit in a diving suit (if only I had had one), dried then folded the tent... and a shortly before 8 a.m., I fled this place, not without saying goodbye to the Montreal couples each on their GS, never to return... the fountain of blood has dried up.
I admit that mosquitoes and I just don't like each other, in fact they love me too much and I hate them! If you think I'm exaggerating, you should see what my (elephant man) face looks like to the point where it feels like my headphones have shrunk and putting them on hurts like hell in my ears and is uncomfortable to wear. rolling… but hey, no choice!
Last look at the location.

So, here I am on my way. I pass through the town of Gagnon, finally, the few marks on the ground then I continue my journey towards the north which is calling me... yes, I tell you!
On the 389, I followed my friends on the motorbike mentioned above for a while, but as the temperature continued to drop, and my merino was drying on me from the humidity of the night, I was freezing quite a bit, even with my heated handles. Let's just say that it doesn't heat the whole body. :) so I stopped and let the two GSs go. Once my feather underlay is covered (it almost feels like autumn with its 13 degrees or even 12), I ride a few kilometers to attack the second section of gravel of around 60 or 80 km, I admit to having had a 'other things to do than monitor this. This part is quite a bit more technical than the first with tight right angle turns and more, significant climbs and descents just as much and, of course, everything mixing together! Seriously, who was the kid who drew the road? The straight line is a concept that he has absolutely not mastered! Oh yes, and we have to cross the same railway track 10 or 15 times!
But I got out without the slightest fall or collision. And yes, it’s truck heaven, there are a phenomenal number of them! They take the width of the road to make life simpler, and I understand them so much, without forgetting the RAMs and other FORDs of this world. In short, even if I'm not a pro, and I don't take my turns by sliding the rear tire, I'm very proud to have done it. It was quite a challenge and the part that stressed me the most. I assure you that it’s quite a feeling to feel your rear tire constantly dancing on the gravel and the front knitting. But my machine is really made for this. The 21-inch wheel at the front finds its full justification there!
In short, I go to Fermont then continue my journey to Labrador! One of the most distant provinces in the collective imagination, at least in mine. Arriving in Labrador City, what do I do? I'm having a large black coffee at Tom Horton's!!!! You can't make this up, don't forget that I was freezing!

Then, I took the 500 and began my discovery of this province. Note, I did not understand why my GPS always indicated a lot of time in relation to the mileage to be covered compared to here in Quebec. Well, traffic is limited to 80 km/h! This little 10 km/h makes a big difference over 400 km and more!
It’s a long straight line, or almost, not the same child who drew it that’s for sure!, and the landscape around it is breathtaking. We feel very small. It's magnificent. The photos don't capture the real beauty of the place. We really have to see it with our eyes to feel it. If you can, come see them. Obviously, if you don't like wild nature, infinite spaces where the gaze gets lost, it's certain that you will find it a long time.
Bref, it's “The big land”
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