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Canada is a truly awe inspiring country to visit and one that often gets overlooked for the US by us Brits, but it truly was so much to offer. Having rugged landscapes, wonderful wildlife and exciting cities, visiting Canada will not leave you disappointed.
Ontario- The second largest province in Canada, Ontario offers cities such as Toronto and Ottawa as well as numerous lakes and national parks. Niagara Falls is one of the must see attractions with its thundering waters and breath taking views. Nature lovers will be keen to witness bears, moose, foxes and wolves out in the wild.
Quebec- Steeped in history and tradition, this former French colony has an amazing culture to be discovered. It really does have a European flavour as French is spoken predominantly. Two major cities in Quebec are Quebec City and Montreal Escort Canada. With the Laurentian Mountains and the longest Fjord in the world, Quebec is another top destination for any trip to Canada.
British Columbia- The most westerly province and bordering part of North America, British Columbia offers some awe inspiring coast line to traverse. Mountain hikers will revel in the challenges offered by the Rocky Mountains. Iconic Vancouver is one of the many cities in the province and is a must see for anyone visiting. Described as one of the most picturesque cities in the world, Vancouver is surrounded by mountains and water.Montreal Escorts
Yukon- This Northern part of Canada offers access to the US state of Alaska, but offers plenty to see and do it self. Yukon is full of untamed wilderness to discover. The region rose to fame in the gold rush era of the late 19th century meaning there are plenty of gold panning activities to enjoy as well as UNESCO World heritage site, Kluane National Park.
Most travellers tend to chose either the East Coast or the West Coast due to the expansive nature of the country, but those who have enough time can travel via train from one to the other. This four night train journey lets you stop off in some of the amazing spots along the way including Winnipeg and Calgary.

Back in about 1990, I worked for two weeks at McGill University, in the department of Physical Plant. During those two weeks, my boss spent most of his time out of the office, and I was left pretty much on my own with little to do, other than answering calls from enraged people around the campus who wondered why the director of Physical Plant had not got back to them for several days.
There was no one to turn to for answers. I was alone in an echoing room at the end of a hallway. My boss' staff of underlings were in another part of the building, working on an important project. I only ever met one of them, a timid black man with trembling lips and hands, who appeared to go around all day in a fog.
So here I was, a temporary secretary working for a boss who had told me on the first day not to bother him with emergency calls for things like broken boilers and other ordinary disasters. I spent my days taking down messages, and passing on excuses - the boss was out on another call, he was "on the road" - when in fact he was having lunch with high-up administrators. I rarely saw him, and when he came in, he spent most of his time locked in his office sending faxes to a stockbroker in New York.
One day, while filing a memo I had just typed, I came across a folder filled with minutes of meetings concerning a very serious problem on McGill campus: toxic waste.
Having nothing else to do for the afternoon, I began reading three years' worth of reports, memos, letters, and meetings, attended by my absentee boss and McGill's top administrators, detailing the gravity of the situation.
Vast quantities of toxic and radioactive Montreal Escorts - including PCBs and dioxins -- were lying around the campus, poorly stored in basements, in close proximity to students, staff, and patients at the medical facilities. There had already been cases of illness and even a few deaths caused by radioactive waste in the basement of the McIntyre Medical Building. And barrels filled with toxic chemicals were standing in barrels behind buildings on the main campus. There had been a few near-disasters: in the summer of 1987, torrential rains and a flash flood had caused the radioactive Montreal Escorts in the McIntyre basement to overflow downhill into residential buildings on Peel Street.
McGill was maintaining a toxic waste dump in the middle of a commercial and residential area in downtown Montreal.
There had been meetings with the Quebec government, but no agreement on a cheap, quick way to dispose of the waste. So it continued to sit at McGill, the poisonous remnant of decades of military and scientific contracts that had made Montreal a bio-medical Mecca.
On my last day, I gathered up about 100 pages of memos and other documents, and photocopies. When I left I had a dossier heavy enough to "sink McGill" - or so I was told by the Gazette's top investigative journalist, who agreed to meet me for lunch the following week.
He read the first couple of pages, said "Wow!" and shook his head. "I'll do what I can," he promised, but no article ever appeared.
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