Back to camp at Kouchibouguac
11.08.2017 - 11.08.2017
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We stocked up on groceries and headed out to the next park. Kouchibouguac was only 45 minutes away.
We got there real early, so we set up camp and went for a couple of hikes on the Osprey Trail. We didn't see any ospreys but there was a nice view of the bay.
When we got back we cooked some fresh mussels and delicious salmon, better than what they had in Miramichi.
Our campsite was conveniently situated right beside a crazy child moaning all night, and a couple of clueless Arab guys on the other side of us.
At first we noticed the tent to the left of our site, it didn't have its fly on top and the roof of the tent was a screen. It started to rain so I thought I'd help them out and put their fly on. Actually all of their food and things were in the tent, getting wet! Who has to leave so quickly that they can't even put the fly on their tent properly? Did they have to run and do their daily prayers? Very strange.
When they came back I told them what we did and they said thank you. Next, they tried to start a fire. We could hear their lighter clicking away, unable to make a flame. We offered them our lighter, because we couldn't find the matches at the moment. He ended up keeping the lighter and ALSO asking us for a fire starter! What nerve! I know that in Arab culture, you don't assume that someone will give you anything back if they borrow something from you, but this is not the desert anymore, so you give the lighter back and you don't overstep your welcome by ASKING for things when they are not offered! My god. I was quite appalled.
It got darker, so they pulled out a brand new two mantle propane lantern. Way too bright for two guys in the woods. They had no idea how to use it, so they brought it over and mom asked for the lighter back before she helped them. She slipped it in her pocket after the lamp was lit, saving "face" for everyone. I know they appreciated that. A few minutes later, some other campers from across the street asked them to turn down their lamp. Of course they couldn't, so they put it under the table. Only for a few minutes. Soon it was out blinding everyone again. Jerks.
On the other side of us, there was a string of Acadian flags and a large family with a child that seemed unable to speak much, but he could definitely moan real loud when he didn't like something. He proceeded to do this all night while we were playing cards. A few times I yelled something like "THAT BABY NEVER STOPS!" and the mother just yelled something back at me, not attempting to improve the situation at all.
We went to bed early, and the Arabs on the left were still up, yelling at each other across the campsite and blasting some sort of arabic love ballads and dance music from their phone all night.
