Laughing at Stupid Things

Monday morning and I'm sitting here on the bench  in the local Outdoor "Base de Plein Air" park

In the "Base de Plein Aire"

with  the falling snow. It's a light sprinkling snow, so everything is white  amd with the temperature  about -10,  it is beautiful.

I am happy I came out in this  small storm because as I sit here I can see over on the ice rink , in front of me,  a couple of young parents pulling their child on the toboggan. It reminds me  of how when my children were young we did those things as a family. Gisele made me  work at being a good father and  I still see my kids at that age in dreams and memories. Life is great as a new generation replaces us in the endless cycle of parent n Kids.
 

The Christmas Card which I am reading from my family member, ( because I have promised that I would read one sentence  a day), has brought me to this place and quite moment.

 This blog is about "Laughing at Stupid Things" because my Christmas card sender had talked about  happy times which she remembered sharing with me and her cousins. She comments how very much they laughed and how they enjoyed  time spend with me (their uncle who talked bad french) as kids. 

Well I guess I never stopped making people laugh because on my bench in the photo is a black bag which  I took to the park with a lunch and a bottle of coffee. Yes as I dictated to the tablet on the park bench for this blog I had my coffee.As I dictate, for my blog,  here in the park, many people are jogging or walking by. I'm happy to be here  on the outdoors bench.

 Of course I don't yet know the surprise I am to experience when I leave and go home on the bus later.  But I guess  now is a good place to mention it...  I didn't close the top of my coffee bottle tight, and while I was return home on the bus, I felt my underneath (bum) being wet. YES "WET" ???? No, at my age I still don't need diapers but I have over the years sat on a bus seat where a diaper did not catch it all.

Yes the bottle of coffee had open and all ran out over me. It had spilled all over me, and it after had run down into the single seat where I was sitting. Now, I am home on the computer, after walking in the cold with all the back of my pants wet and cold; (those pants are in the washer).  Sorry no photo available. ha ha  who would want to see a back view of me...(ass anyone) Being re-edited now....

 

As funny as this  might seem it's not very funny to the next person who's going to sit in that same seat on the bus. I told the bus driver, as I got off the bus that my bottle had open, but of course he won't do anything. Maybe he will report it on his Maintenance report. Today workers do the less they can.
  

In taking the above photo I had to put my tablet on timer and place it on a stump; so I guess this Christmas I will buy myself a tripod as a gift.

 I thank the many people that have shared life with me and  allowed me to be  part of their life. God bless you all and Merry Christmas. (dictated from the park bench and then copied to this blog)

Winter in Moncton or Montreal

The Colder Maritime weather began to change the leaves of urban Moncton, It is that time to evaluate the winter activities  At 70 years old, each day is valuable and needs to be spend wisely. Last year, I tried to do a "Snowbird Retreat" and spend a couple of months in Longueueil,  south shore  Montreal, Playing Pétanque at the local Bouledrome and being around the family was great. Last year, I had to cut the visit short and returned to Moncton in mid November bwcause it is hard to find a room and not have problems with the conditions of stay..

  Enjoying the sport, I could play a different type Petanque team game each week night and still do  a tournament on the weekend.. Petanque is much like my  summer sport of Lawn Bowls with a shorter lenght playing field but the same game objective.  Managing a team toward a win. Pétanque is the french version of Lawn Bowls and the canadian sport of Curling.
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Bowling out of the Riverview Club of Manchester LBC, and not having a executive role, my  Lawn Bowls consisted of the provincial Interclub and a few competitions, When I was not at the greens practicing. I worked at the nearby public park to build a Pétanque court. The city of Moncton had planned to redo the Read Park and from June to late August their contractor had removed the Play Jungle Jim from near the woods and into the center of the Park.

 A bike path was planned for the edge of the woods and as they removed the old Kids play area, I approached the city's planning and recreational staff to suggest that the Kid's Play area could be converted into a Pétanque area. It was agreed that this area's development would be delayed and I could work to build the Petanque court.

At this point, although Moncton is a bilengial city and the french Acadian make up a large percentage of the population, there was no knowledge of the sport of Pétanque. When I began talking to the city staff the word Bocce was often used. When it was explained that Bocce was the Italian game of Bowls as Lawn Bowls was the English game, and Pétanque is played all over france and Quebec; my reply was "Great Idea, but there is no budgeting for such a development"   When I told them that I would, with a few friend build the Pétanque court if they allow me the present Play ground material, it was accepted.

In the beginning the area of development was large enough to develop 6 Pétanque lanes of 4 meters wide. However, with the Bike path running so close to the Pétanque court and the need of a grassed area between this path and the Court, the size was decreased to two lanes. Final dimension of the court was 25ft by 50 feet. as myself and a few africian immigrants finished the boundries and began to level the playing surface.

At the end of August,, with the contractor finishing the development of the park, it became a question of wheather the city accepted my development or was it to be tuned into a grassly area.  Unable to contact the city staff who were on vacation, the contractor contacted the planning architect who accepted the new Pétanque court.  The gravel was placed and packed and  the landscape of trees and grassly area was completed.

 I finishing the season with the Atlantic Bowls Competition in Prince Edward Island;.A four days of quality competition  was a big expense, which I decided to try as a retired sportsman. Well worth the while, and I understand why some fellow players travel all over Canada to compete  Also during the summer I had spend  a lot of my non-bowls time building the first Pétanque court which exist in Moncton. It was a good summer and now at the age of 70, I did not want to waste my winter with only a tuesday night pool commitments.

Returning from the four dauys of competition of the Atlantich Bowls in Charolettetown, PEI,; it was necessary to decide if I should keep my apartment or make some sort of move.. In March, seven months earlier, the furniace had broken and although I paid heating in my monthly rent of $650; there had been on heat.  It was not the first week of September and I  had told myself that if nothing had changed when I returned from PEI, I was going to move out of the present apartmernt..   Still no heat as I told the landlord in a registereed letter.

The decision was wheather to move to another apartment or completely closedown my my apartment, It all required the sameamount of work of getting a trailor, pack everuthing into boxes and finding help with the moving.  The difference was that if rather than finding another apartment, I just sold everything and kept the miniumn, I did not have all the problems of building another apartment. Also, not know what to expect for the winter seem too much as  the cold of April and May was unbearable with my artistas. So with Kijiji.com selling my livingroom and furniture, and a couple of yard sales it was decided.  Moving out and keeping only my clotghes and a few personal belongings.

The last day, was hard to put my books and VHS cassettes in a box and out on the lawn with the sign of "Free, Take what you want. A Donne". The car was filled top and even the roof rack had boxes and a "Spare Tire" as I drove out of the parking on my way to Montreal on Wednesday, 29th September.

My 1987 Callidac was running well with only 146,000 kilometers actual mileage, but was not starting regularly as my battery as due for replacement.  During thise first few hours between Moncton and Fredericton, I worried if the trip was going to be a trip of problems. My first Gas stop was before Fredericton and although the car had run good with the occational "Jump,jump" as the motor got worked into the trip,I was thinking I would probably be spending the night somewhere along the road.

In Northern New Brunswick,.as I began to climb into the higher elevations, the fog and rain became a continual part of the trip. The windshield wiper were not new but they did their job.  I was forced to keep my speed up to 110 as I followed the large transport and night began to arrive.  Between Edmondton, in the North and the Quebec border, the highway seem to be under construction almost all the way.  With the two lane hightway turning to one lane, left or right as we moved along; and then finally into two-way traffic and the continual darkearn light it was necessary to find one large transport and keep it in sight.

Using the 200 or 300 meters to the transport ahead as a indication of the changing direction of the highway and the changing construction; I followed a clearly light truck for the next 100 or 200 miles.  Actually, followed it right into Rivere de Loup and into the yard of the Quebec Highway éscales.  I had to finally squeeze between two cement balls as I passed the scale and went to the Tim Horton and Subway which was beyond the scales.

Quebec highway and finally the 20 or Trans Canada" was a welcome sight as it was wide and well lit.  At 9pm as I began to approach the edge of the St-Laurance and Quebec City I decided to call my daughter Lisa to give her news of my success.  The car was driving well and now into $200 of gas I had decided that Shell was the best performance gas.  The highway was almost empty and the car was rolling along at 110 and 120 and the music was just quite enough to make the trip enjoyable, although I had to stop somewhere and rest.  So using the Iphone, I called Lisa.  "Dad get a motel and rest" she suggested and offered to pay it.  I explained I had $500 in my pocket and that I appreciate the offer but it was not necessary.

With the Tim Horton stops for coffee I had found the trip agreable. Finally, I decided to pull into a Tourist Stop station at St-George de Bauces.  Well this was good and bad luck.  Good luck in that I had hit a bird in northern New Brunswick and it had broken my grille on the front of the Caddty.  If I had not stopped for this rest area, I would not have seen the damage and I would not have seen thath it would have fallen off.  If I had lost he grill which was not held by only one plastic holding area, it would have fallen and gone under the car and been lost.  I took time to use a cloth scarf to tie it into place and repair it.  Good for the rest of the tirp and certainly save a repair of over $200 as it would be hard to replace.

Bad Luck in that I could not sleep.  First, the Caddy was so filled that it was impossible to streach out and second, the two large transport of PIGS going to market was very ncuh noise.  The PIGS were fighting and like a barnyard extremely nosey.  I decided to try for Montreal.  I first thougtht I would stop at St-Eulalie where my inlaws lived but as I approached and saw that it was near Midnight, it was a mather of trying Drummondville.   Actrally, being in my home area,  I knew the Toursist Stops as they approached.  Finally just after Drummondville, I decided to go of the 20 and sleep.

Deciding to pull out a few winter coats and climbing up on to the Trunk I fould I had fallen asleep and was awaken bu myself snoring.  I felt good and decided to finish the trip to Montreal.  It was only an hour of highway and the traffic was almost none.  I arrived in Longueuil at 4 in the morning and decided to have breakdfast a t Tim Horton.  There I changed my clothes to the better pants and shirt which I would be wearing when I visite the new landlord where I would be sharing an apartment with my own room.

At 8am I called the number and finally knocked on the door and got to meet the land lady .  my room required that I enter my blankets and pillow and by 9:30 I was in bed a attempting to sleep.  Of course, if you hav forced to stay away while driving, it is nto easly to close you eyes and sleep.  almost as if you are goign to have an accident.  So I decided to go have a beer and that would help me sleep.  Yes it idd.  But at 9pm I awoke and knew that my sjgars were low aas i had not eaten much.  Also, I had not done a grocery and so feeling dizzy and weak, I went to to d grocery.  The container of milk I drak and the two candy bars gave me a lift as I took the groceries up the stair and into the fridge.  After a bowl of cereal and milk I was back to bed and settled in to Longueuil.

Over the next few days I slowly moved in my clothes.  Yers the Caddy is still filled and now a week later after visitin my friend in the hospital and a few night of Petanque, I am at the Library on their computer writing ths blog   Tomorrow, I will put phtots with ti and publish it.  Not yet made cotnact with my family and even writing this without my glasses...   " I HAVED ARRIVED IN LONGUEUIL" 

Christmas Giving Cards and Happiness

As the second week of December  finshes and Christmas Day


Nice when all lite up

 approaches; I can see Christmas in a couple of different ways,. First it seems everything is being projected as to when their activity or service  will be closed for Christmas, and then in January 2018 when the activity will be started

 And most important,, this is the time when  family and friends seem to try to get together or to say hello to each other and if they can't visit, they at lease do  some sort of communication.

I was awaken by the doorbell yesterday and was thinking maybe I got a visitor. This was because one of  my friend from New Brunswick is travelling to Quebec City. Montreal and then Toronto by car.. They would be passing through Montreal at this time  and probably sleeping in Montreal so I went to bed thinking that today they might be visiting.. But it was the mailman  who brought me a small package and from the return address I was excited to see that it was from British Columbia which contained a package which contained  two small gifts and a Christmas card.

Christmas cards are common Christmas habit to some people but not me.  I don't think I received a mailed Christmas card for several years. ( Not counting the regular card from my wife)  Although friends, whom \I knew or lived with, seem to receive 20 or 30 of them.

Reads "You're A Blessing "

 

There are Christmas cards that are sent where the sender writes three or four words like "Merry Christmas|", "Season Greetings" or something else usually rather  short. But this card was like a  table side conversation that happens when somebody comes in and  sits for a visit. I could see that it was as if something had been said (written)  and then later something else, and then later something else. It was clear that finally she had to stop writing because all the white space for writing was used up. Where to start ??

So I got my first Christmas card in many years and after viewing the two full interior pages,  I read the first sentence I saw, which filled my eyes with tears as my heart , excited with joy, remembered the thing or time which was being told.  I could not read any more, although there seems to be so much I wanted to read.  But that one sentence brought to mind the love of the sender and a sadness as  it  reminded me of how some people were, in year past, and how much they have  changed and how family had valued me in the past.

The sender, who has had her own hard times of the past years spoke of how we all have experienced the  good time  But that one sentence spoke of memories that were as valuable as gold and  I could see and remember the sender  laughing as she was always laughing as a little girl.

I decided that her card was so valuable that I would read one sentence a day and cherish it. When I say cherish it. I mean to spend time thinking what was being said. Like if somebody was sitting at the table telling you  this thing and you know that the conversation is not going to end soon, If I forced myself to read the whole card at once, it would be over in 5 minutes;  and it might be a long time before I experience this level of happiness and memories. 

 

So I will value it and after I have read every line and spend the day with that memory, I will find time to be sure  to answer the card and remember all the things  written as if it has been a visit and the conversation of a visitor at the kitchen table.

 

Thank You my dear sweet child of the past..  I love you too. You made an old man very happy and all this next fwo weeks will be a new experience as I read a new sentence. Probably in the outdoors on a bench.

God Bless,  The Christ Child be in you home and heart.

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Storm slowly Passing Maritimes

The old 1987 Cadillac was loaded and packed Friday night with only bedding left for the evening sleep. The fifty-Centimeter Storm was just passing Longueuil and weather forecast was for sunshines for Saturday and Sunday.  What a great time to travel the 1000 kilometers from Montreal to Moncton N.B.
 Leaving early Saturday Morning would mean I was travelling between two storms and the bright sunshine as I left suggested my decision was wisely planned.  I knew the Cadillac would be hard on gas and I had reserved $300 for travelling and had prepared sandwiches for the road.  With a few "Tim Horton Coffees" the trip should have been easy.  Leave around 7 or 8am and arrive 8 or 9 pm.


They say a cat can sense various moods of the owner.  Well, as I was within 200 miles of Moncton I was to discovered that I was not following the storm but driving into it.  It appears that a 100km/hr car travels faster than the weather and I was not only catching up to the storm but passing into the heart of it.  At Fredericton I saw a small amount of feather snow falling and felt that I had passed the worst of this snow storm, so I decided to continue on to Moncton.


With in the next 5 hours as I drove at 50km/hr and tried to get up to 70 km/hr I discovered I was on a highway which had been closed.  At first the snow plows were out and we passed the first on the Left and then a few minutes later, passed the lead snow plow on the right.  I say we, because my cat MinMin was sitting on top of luggage in the front seat with me. The Story was to get worst as within 85km of Moncton I am making the snow tracks on the highway and the side of the road sign reads "Next Gas 74Km".  I exited toward Sussex and within a few kilometers found the Gas Station. The last one for the next 74km.  My caddy was averaging about 5.5 kilometers to a liter of gas and I saw 75km as needing about 15 to 20 liters of gas.


My gas meter had been sticking for years but often on the side of empty. Often indicating empty when there was still a half a tank of gas.  Now it had been on Half for the last hour and I wonder if I had much gas. I though of my fill up in Woodstock N.B. and the distance I had travelled and I must have at least 20 or so liters left.  I drove into the gas bas to find it was closed.  No lights and the snow was a good 10 to 12 inches deep.  The Cadillac forced its way around the unplowed area but with a lot of back end slipping and fish-tailing.


I was now in the middle of no where.  I did not think I had enough gas to get to the next gas stop and I certainly could not go back.  There had been little to no traffic on the highway as I broke the path through 12 inches of snow myself and the occational Tractor Trailor  Train passed. (5 or 6 Tractor Trailors tight together)  I worried what would happen if I ran out of gas. Temperature had been at -24 and now here I was with the cat on a closed highway.  Yes the cat was sitting up watching out the front window as he could feel my concerns..


Like snow was being dropped on me from a small circle directly in front of me and making a funnel like spray of snow as it blew onto the windshield, I had another problem.  when attempting to clean the windshield with the window washer I discovered it got stuck and kept restarting the window washing after it had finished it for or 5 cleaning sweeps.  I said it will run out of water and then just be like a normal windshield wiper but that was not the case as it being too fast for nor windshield cleaning the wiper were not touching the windshield.  I was leaning over to the center of the window to look out of one of the clean hold.
 The cat must have felt the worries I had as he was leaning against my arm and pawing me.  It is a long 75 Kilometers when you look at a broken Gas gauge saying you have a half a tank and you know if you run out of gas you are abandon on a highway where nothing has passed for over 30 minutes. 
 The road were so bad that even a Amour Truck (van) had pulled over to sleep instead of trying to drive the highway.  I stopped and went and spoke to the driver who said that the Truck stop was open at marker 423 which was about 38 kilometers from were were were (marker 385).  I drove into the Truck stop and my heart dropped as I finally could put some gas into the caddy.  I was only now 24 or so kilometers from Moncton and so decided on $20 or about 20 liters (94.5 cents a liter)


How much gas did I have in the tank ??  Well I arrived at Moncton and within minutes parked the car.  The next morning the parking was to be cleaned so I moved the car to the other parking area and back after the cleaning.  I only ran the car for about 2 or 3 minutes to warm it before moving it.  The next day I sat at home as another storm passed and in the morning of Tuesday, I went and started the caddy.  Leaving it running as I moved my friends car to the road, when I returned I discovered my car has stopped.  Probably too cold... No try as I would it would not start.  Out of gas.  Yes I had nothing left in the car when I pulled into the highway truck Stop because 20 liters at 5.5 km should have been enough for Moncton and plenty of gas. 


I will post this without photos and tomorrow I will come back to the library and put some photos onto it.  Today, I will move into my room and park the car as I slowly unload it.

"Why are you so happy??"
 I said undeer my breath to the Robin who sang for the last 30 minutes at my window.
 I had forgotten why I had come home to the Maritimes.  The slow life,  happy with simple things. As I sat on my lawnchair on my ground floor balcony and tried to seem awake, a small chickadee hopped from branch to branch on my balcony srubs.
 So uncareing that I was there... Yes it is a beautiful day.  But God... it is 8:30 and I always get up around 10 or 11.

     Sitting there,  I realize that Minne, the cat often wakes me with a little touch on my shoulder at about this time..  I am always mad for being waken and tell him if he does not stop I am going to lock him out of the bedroom.  He was just saying... "It's a beautiful day... get up"
    So not a lot to say... Hoping these few words show that I am happy to be alive.  I think of Gisele and how she is so happy with her various sites of funny pictures.  Why this realization?
   Well, a lot happens from day to day.  And I remember this morning when I worked at Pascal Hardware in the computer room... Just fixing one problem after another.  I remember being told when I woke up in the morning... "Tony called last night and you said this.. you said that"  because I was on call 24 hours for the computer room operators.  I would wake up.. answer the "need help" call and go back to bed.  I would never had known what I said if I was not told at breakfast.
   The last three days have been like that... One problem after the other..  Now on a computer with 256 Mbytes of memory.. Yes 256,000,  not 1 or 2 Gigabyte (1,000,000,000,000) like my other computer which bombed.  I had to rebuild this old Celeron Dell to get back on the net.  Had to move harddrive to and from as I used the computer to access the internet and get driver loading programs and then put the new 40Gbyte harddisk back to load it to run.  Anyway... One problem after the other..
   And of course, last night was like that.  My night was so bad I was dreaming of driving a bus and or taxi and I think some people were just trying to create problems.  Like the women between me and the front window (I don t know why there were 3 or 4 rows of chairs there)  who keep waving her arm until I could not see where I was going.  I even had a troublesome son-in-law in the dream who was trying to steal some newly painted bicycles.
     So I am happy to be up... Listen to that Robin.. He / She was so happy..  The day is beautiful  (a nice bright sunny day)  One day to payday... but so many raison to be happy to be alive.
    And if anyone calls to tell me about the problems of the world, which I don t care to know, I am just too busy to answer the phone.   Do I care that a lot of athletics will be tested for drugs... I am so happy I do not have a TV..  I wonder if when the people in the news spend all day telling about the bad things in the world; if they hear that robin in the morning
           Thank you God   for the new day..    Thank you all for the Love I feel

"Hunting Ethic" - Quebec Moose Hunting Well, here in New Brunswick, I will not have the fall Moose hunt which I so looked forward to, while I was living in Quebec. The photo (above) is a capture from a NovaScotia.com video shows the moose walking up this hill side while tourists sit within yards. To the animal lover and anti-hunting advocate, such experience are memorable moments. In this video, (photo left, click the photo plse) the mother moose actually sniffs and moves the hunter's arrow, before moving off. Often we hunters. have close calls and heart beating moments, as this video shows. The hunter's ability to remain calm and motionless must have been quite remarkable. I can not experience this because I have a high blinking eye movement and the white of the eyes during a blink, will draw an alarm from deer and Moose. Although I as a traditional bowhunter, (one piece wood bow) have had a 3/4 ton bull withing 10 feet. ( I did not shoot because when I raised my bow (72" long) to draw and shoot I felt the tip of the bow in the branches overhead. Hunters (or especially bowhunters) will refuse to shoot for reason which we call "Hunting Ethic". And we believe, we will get another chance with a bigger or better situation.
We decide, and are proud of our personal ethic, to not shoot because, as this hunter did; (in the video) would have liked the mother and calf to pass without sounding an alarm call and destroy the hours of preparation and motionless already invested in the experience. (I bet his joints are sore and he step back and sat down after this mother and calf moved off).
Now, I will do a personal comment here.... We hunters have our own ethic and therefore do not attempt a probably unsuccessful archery shot. But Game Management Agencies must also understand that in charging a large hunting fee, limited number of permits and short seasons ; only cause hunters to attempt everything to harvest their query. Even if they must do it illegally. During my days of rifle hunting or mixed hunts on Provincial Reserves; I have heard a lot of hunters comments. Things like.. "With the number of years I have attempted to have my name drawn, I will bring home my moose"... or "You are not a true hunter unless you kill your Moose."
Game Management is to make decisions for the stewardship of our wildlife not the most profitable method of bleeding the hunter purse.
New Brunswick Moose Hunting Season (2009) was as per a draw and at a cost of $472.34 for non-resident and 81.36$ resident or 41.81$ for seniors. The 2009 Season was a three days weekend (Sept 24-26) with the total number of Moose harvest listed as 2,341 moose of 6000 permits sold.. Seems there are a lot of Moose in New Brunswick or at least everyone is quite successful. (Is these kills Legal or Illegal ??) In 2010, a Moose Nonresident License Draw for 100 tickets will be available for $40 to enter the draw. online or by phone ( 1-800-994-2666). Each hunter may enter once per year with results available after May17 and must be purchased by June 11, 2010. (I believe non successful draw applications are also not refundable)

Magnetic Hill - Magnet or Magic Moncton N.B. without the tourist attraction of Magnetic Hill just north on the Trans Canada; is like a fish out of water. Do you know that there are 17 countries in the world which have the optical illusion of cars going up the hill. And of course, the Americans have the most with 21 separate locations. (Wikipedia) Some are called Magic Hill and others Magnetic Hill. Here I will show photos and YouTube.com links to Northern Ireland, India, Australia and of course Moncton. , Most important if you read all, you will find the unexplainable reason for why vehicles are drawn uphill, so please enjoy.Also, this summer a lot of cars will have the white paper on their car-dash, (in the top Moncton Hill photo) because this is a receipt for the $5 now charged to tourists visiting this always-was-free ride-up the Moncton Magnetic Hill. Maybe the tourists will instead decide to visit one of 6 locations in Canada with a magnetic hills experience. . Video are watched by clicking the small photos)
The sign (top right) is from India's "Ladakh: Magnetic Hill" Interesting, in both videos the motorcyclist almost gets hit.
Well, Moncton cannot be a Martimes tourist must-visit city, unless we visit Magnet Hill just north of the city. When I was a teenager and visited Moncton's Magnetic Hill; I remember the Old Restaurant on the left with the huge Sign showing a Magnet. The open section of the Horseshoe Magnet pointing down towards the hill; sort of like if it was pulling the cars back up the hill. To us kids, we really thought that magnet had power and expected that it would pull us into it "U". Kids are like that. And some of the videos seem to likewise have kids' comments to explain the excitement.
For my french grandkids "Quand j'étais adolescent et ai visité "Magnetic Hill" ; je me souvient du Vieux Resturant sur la gauche avec le grande Signe qui montre un Aimant. La section ouverte de ce l'Aimant de Fer à cheval, indique en bas vers la colline Magnétique. Les genres de comment s'il tirait de voitures a haut de la colline. A nous blaguons, nous avons pensé vraiment que l'aimant a eu le pouvoir et a prévu qu'il nous tirerait dans lui « U ». Les enfants sont comme ça. " Aussi a Chartierville il y a une "Route Magique" Le seul reference je trouve etait "Hill starts at intersection of Bowen Mountain Road and Westbury Road ... des Gardes and Renaison near the village Les Noës, known as route magique"

France, two basic Sites Route Magique, Deux angles, en haut et en bas
" et deuxieme local "La curiosité de Lauriol"











Now how does it work. Well, the 2010 Best Visual Illusion award was presented in Naples to Kokichi Sugihara, a japanese scientist of Meiji Institute for Adv Study of Mathematical Sciences. The video must beseen to appreciate the illusion,so enjoy it and all the following magnetic hill experiences (Videos).
Australia - Orroroo, A small town of 543 in South Australia won't have a lot of tourist. Two others in NSW are "Gravity Hill" (Moonbi) and Magnetic Mountain (Bowen). In the video on Youtube, the auzzie says "O Weeell, tht wos xsitng" and " javeha ff card" Of course, at the video start it does not work and comments are worst the watching.

Ireland's Magic Hill And Electric Bray. Here's three video. Laugh,laugh,
> who's driving the car, and Mourne Mountain with Watch the hill guys.