I got up and had breakfast at that strange youth hostel. Then I went and packed up. Got down from the campsite about 11 a.m. Dan was there as well as another cyclist named Mario, who I've seen occasionally since Trois-Rivieres. Mario left and then I left and Dan stayed.
I carried on and then stopped to swim at a nice lake. Arrived at the ferry after 41 km and it didn't leave till 5:45 p.m. So we waited.
Went and got some fruit for me and a woman who was waiting. There was also a Torontonian woman doing a French immersion. Two French [from France] cyclists arrived. Then we sailed over to Trois-Pistoles.
The four cyclists decided to camp together--Mario, the two French people, and me. We shared a meal and a lot of conversation. My French is continuing to grow.