After my little nap I had to get some water. I was desperately thirsty and getting really dehydrated in the heat but had no idea where the way back up was. I was walking round the fort but it seemed to be going nowhere so I retraced my steps and went back up the way I had come down. Found a shop, had a drink, the whole bottle went down in one gulp. It was now early afternoon, now that I had quenched my thirst I think it was beer time. The main area was pretty cool, lots of fancy boutiques, little cafés and restaurants and the occasional pub. Which pub to choose though, I had a list on some flyer and went for the one that was probably the most expensive but had the biggest selection on beer. I sat at the bar, had a look at the selection and made my choice. The beer was a local beer from Quebec somewhere and was pretty good. I was quite pleased with the Canadian beers I have had so far, most of them have actually been really tasty. The pint went down a little quicker than I would have liked so I had another choice, it was even better than the first one. Sitting next to me at the bar was some American guy who had driven up form the states, stopped off in Montreal for a night and had come to Quebec for a few days, then planned to return to the states. He was into beer so we had a little chat about beer, I told him about my misfortune with the visa situation, he wished me luck. He told me about this place down the road that is a fast food restaurant that is supposed to have tasty poutine, tasty, cheap poutine. As I haven't tried any yet, even when I was in Montreal where poutine is famous, I thought I had better try some finally. After the pint, I said bye and went off to get my fill of poutine. The restaurant was just like a Burger King or something, except the main dish was poutine and its variants. I choose the bad boy of all poutines, the one with lots of cheese, sausages, and plenty of gravy poured all over. To be honest it wasn't great, the gravy was very salty, the cheese didn't taste of cheese, apparently it is the cheese you use though. The sausage was just a frankfurter cut up and chips aren't my favourite type of food. It was okay but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, I don't even know what the place was called. After I had stuffed my face it was time to go to the airport, I was early but had nothing else to do. Time to fork out another $20 or so on a taxi. Altogether this trip had cost me around about £500 and it wasn't even a success, one bit let down. One big expensive let down, in fact this had been the most expensive and stressful day trip in my entire life.