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The Pierced Isle - Percé, Québec

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The Pierced Isle - Percé, Québec

Fire the historical canon! Strike a match, and light the gunpowder of ukulele time travel!

Well done. You have now fired the historical canon. But you must know, it is not an actual canon, with big wheels and a loud BANG. It is a musical historical canon, where different melodies fit on top of each other in a (hopefully) pleasing way, sang by a historical character, who happens to play the uke.

Enter the stage, Samuel de Champlain! The man who named stuff in Québec.

This explorer travelled through Québec about 70 year after its earlier French "discovery" and in 1603, named a beautiful and uncommon pierced rock "The Pierced Isle" ("l'Isle Percée") upon his finding. Listen to Samuel take the beach across from it as his stage, and sing his joy upon glimpsing this fine rock

 
 
Moi Samuel, j'ai trouvé cette isle, percé le secret des côtes au fil des aventures et des claques,
"I Samuel I have found this isle, pierced the secret of the coasts along my adventures and hardships,"

Thanks for the melody Samuel.

there is no accurate portrait of Samuel, so all you're getting is a bit of his handwriting.

there is no accurate portrait of Samuel, so all you're getting is a bit of his handwriting.

 

Samuel de Champlain, born on the coast of France, would be the navigator and cartographer to name and map out a lot of the coast of Québec, including the banks of the river St Laurent. However, his claim to fame in Québec hearts is more linked with him being appointed Vice-Roy of New France (Nouvelle-France, a name he came up with, smart fellow).

Map made by Sam in 1612 which includes lots of drawings, which is nice. As you can see, at the time, the boats used to be really huge in comparison with the size of the land. Click to expand and use it instead of a GPS.

 

Acting as governor, he pushed many years for the establishment of a French colony from the pierced isle onward. At the end of his life in 1635 he finally started to see his dream materialise. A second birth of the French crown as its people settled across the ocean.

I have found the pierced Isle which shineth, finally my solace, my second birth

I'm not big on titles, but personally, if I were ever to get one, I really hope it's Vice-Roy of New-France. Sounds fantastic. And New-France (or Québec as it's now called) is really quite nice as you can see.

The Gaspésie coast in the morning light, on the way to the pierced rock of Percé

The Gaspésie coast in the morning light, on the way to the pierced rock of Percé

 
"le territoire des sauvages Mi-kmaqs, c'est la terre promise, Tabarnak!"
"the land of the savages Mi'kmaqs, it's the promised land, [untranslatable]!"

Of course we say that French explorers discovered Canada and Québec. But really, that's a bit of an odd one, because, there were already people there! That always annoyed me at school.

The local "savages", as depicted by Samuel de Champlain. It's the same map, but you noticed that. I zoomed in for your comfort.

The local "savages", as depicted by Samuel de Champlain. It's the same map, but you noticed that. I zoomed in for your comfort.

 

These "savages" are the Mi'kmaqs, or the Mi'gmaq as they call themselves. And they were here slightly before my French countrymen. About 10,000 years, when humans crossed over from the other side of the continent, via Siberia. And so they already had their own names for places by 1603, including one for the stage of the canon: Sigsôg, litterally "steep rocks". Who doesn't like a nice obvious simple name?

On the banks of Sigsôg, a ukulele has a deserved little rest.

On the banks of Sigsôg, a ukulele has a deserved little rest.

 

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Driving away from the canon's scene. If you look closely to the bit of land in the middle, you can notice a small arch under the isle on the left side, an arch that gives it's name to Samuel's "pierced isle"

Driving away from the canon's scene. If you look closely to the bit of land in the middle, you can notice a small arch under the isle on the left side, an arch that gives it's name to Samuel's "pierced isle"

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Late Night in Gaspésie's National Park - Québec, Canada

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Late Night in Gaspésie's National Park - Québec, Canada

Night. Sleep. Silence. Everything quiets down in the Winter months in Québec, and as you cross Gaspésie's National Park at night, it does feel like the whole region is fast asleep.

Not a moose in sight

Not a moose in sight

 

A moment to reflect and to offer a lullaby to sleepers from other time zones. In the vast and completely deserted National Park of the Québec Peninsula, the feeling that the whole world is in a deep sleep, sets in.

You're very much like these trees [fast asleep], Six time-zones away from these [melodies], may they find you [in your dreams]

Let your Rêveries, and your peaceful slumber, be scented with words from your dearest lover,

 
 

Comme le sommeil infin [de Gaspésie], si paisible si loin d'ici, rêve de moi ou de mots [qu'je t'ai dit]

"Like the infinite slumber of Gaspésie, so peaceful, so far from here, dream of me or of words I shared with you."

A peninsula, if you're not familiar with the term, is a area of land, not quite an island but still surrounded by a lot of water. And East (and North) of Québec City, lies the huge almost-island that is Gaspésie.

A view of the night-time coast-line south of the National Park.

A view of the night-time coast-line south of the National Park.

 

This region of Québec is actually bigger than the country of Belgium, and that's where these ukuleles are carrying on their Northern Adventure. Gaspésie. Not Belguim. And in the heart of it, right where Brussels should be, only trees, light snow, and the company of a few rivers, and entertainingly, a ukulele or two.

On a big adventure, ukulele needs rest too

On a big adventure, ukulele needs rest too

 

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