The rest of my time in Quebec city was filled with great depression, I had just been denied a visa, this left me with pretty much no options. If I couldn't sort this problem out, I wouldn't be able to meet up with a friend in Seattle in three weeks, I wouldn't even be able to continue travelling and would once again have to cut my trip short, much shorter than originally planned. I went from being very optimistic to about as pessimistic as one can get. Why have I got so much bad luck?

At least the sun had come out when I got out of the consulate. I got my phones back and continued with the day. My flight back to Toronto wasn't until the evening and it was only about 10.20am now so I had all day to kill. Where to go and what to do in Quebec, I had no guides and no idea what I should be doing. All I knew was that I really, really needed a drink. Too early for that though. I walked around once again, had a bottle of ice tea and sat and watched people go by. I went for a long walk around and around, not having any clue where I was going or why, just simply wondering. My mind was elsewhere, after all, I had just been denied. I went to the top of a hill which gave me an awe inspiring view of the whole city and surrounding areas. The French grandeur definitely shows in this city, much more than Montreal. Montreal is a very modern city with some older bits, this city looks to be mainly old with some newer bits. I walked off all the way along one of the giant fortified walls, these walls had huge canons scattered along them, I would image this was a pretty well defended fort in its time. By the time I got to the bottom out of the fort and into the old town, it was nearly lunch time. I had some snacks in my bag, some things that I got on the plane, some pretzel sticks. I ate all my food and was left with nothing but a rumbling belly. There was some weird procession thing going on, everybody seemed to be dressed as either pirates, peasants or what looked like guards of some kind. It was some re-enactment thing, I have no idea what for, I don't know anything about Quebec city. Right at the bottom on the river front was a medieval styled market, I soon noticed you had to pay to get in. Not for me then, I'm not even in the mood to worry about this crap now. I stuck around for a little bit just to see what was going on, really crap touristy things like this are not what I'm into. It was so busy that it took me about twenty minutes to clear the crowd and get out onto the open street. Now the sun was right up in sky and had cleared away all the mornings fog, it was bloody baking. It was good though, sitting in the heat letting the sun beat down on my face and warm my cockles. I had run out of water and juice and couldn't see a shop or anything anywhere in sight. I ended up sitting on a bench on the water front and fell asleep for about an hour. What was at first a little sit down, ended up being an afternoon nap.