Samuel de Champlain arrived on North American soil 400 years ago this year. It was this man who introduced cheese to the America's by offering Native Indians huge wedges of Camambert in return for his safe passage home after accidently running aground on a small Island called Ste Croix.

Today, one man carries this ledgend to new extremes dedicating his life to the cheese that Samuel de Champlain bought over all those years ago. This man is Louis Bigelow-Champlain, 15th cousin removed to the great cheese chomping explorer himself.

I got to spend the day with Louis, located down in St. Andrews, New Brunswick and what a day it was.

Louis house was made entirely out of cheese. The floor, walls and ceiling were made from Camambert, while the roof and A-frame was made from Cheddar. Household appliances such as the stove, washing machine and bathtub were made from a compund mixture of old rotting solidified cheese and Gorgonzola. While furniture such as the chairs and beds were made from Brie.

I couldn't resist trying out the bed and I was not disappointed. Louis eagerly accepted my invitation to roll around on top of me for a bit. Before long I was aching to try him out on the sofa, I mean try out the sofa that he was sitting on. Then it was off to the kitchen to feed his pet chimpanzee, Barry, before wearily bidding farewell.

If you want to pay Louis a visit at his "Maision De La Fromage Sur Le Mer" do it before October as his place tends to get quite stinky as the Summer months wear on. He offers free platters of fine cheese and wine and makes you feel quite at home!

Rejean Tabernacle Takes A Trip To Acadie

Us Acadians have our roots tied to the sea, therefore my journey begins here, upstream in Moncton where the land meets the sea.


I climb aboard my boat dreaming of my voyage into the past to trace the roots my ancestors called home, before the big deportation of 1755.

It was then my ancestors were told to leave their simple farming and fishing ways behind and never again return. We were sent to consentration camps, told to dress up as goats for nativity plays and forced to eat dung before gradually making our way back to our our roots. Only to find that they had been taken over by rich American businessmen and turned into vast shopping malls and trashy trailer parks.

Er? Where was I? Oh yes my voyage, sorry about that I got a bit emotional there. Right as I said before, I climb my boat and make to sail out into the bountiful bay of Fundy to capture the sights and sounds of the days gone by.

My trip was barely five minutes long before my boat got caught up in the silt and sludge of the Petitcodiac River. Beached like a whale for three days I finally gave up on my voyage and drove home. However if you'd like to follow the Acadian trail I suggest visiting Fort Beausejour and the Historic village of Grand Pre in Nova Scotia.

Rick O'Shea's Back Country Beer Guide.

Nestled deep in the wooded wilderness of Northern Ontario lies The Kissimissee Bottled Beer Co.

Founded in 1977 by a tree logger by the name of Barty Biffidge. Barty started brewing beer in his basement but within weeks demand for his booze became so popular he moved his operation into his garage. Today he brews about twenty-six bottles a day. His three main labels are 'Gut Rot', 'Grannies Beard' and 'Kissimisse Concrete'.

My first sample of the day was 'Gut Rot'. At 7% when poured, Gut Rot looks remarkably like crude oil, and much to my disbelieving taste buds tasted like crude oil. I settled for just a couple of sips. However much I tried - I couldn't stomach it. Apart from the taste and smell it also left my teeth with horrible brown stains. I was assured however that many people drink it and get a real buzz from it.

After Ingesting some anti-acid pills I then turned my attention to 'Granny's Beard'. I liked the look of this. A nice amber coloured affair with plenty of sparkle. After a few sips I realized why they call it 'Grannies Beard'. The beer was as thick as syrup and stuck to my chin like cotton candy. infact it crystallized on contact. It was a bit like drinking liquid toffee and quite hard to swallow but at 10% a couple of bottles of this will definitely send you away with the fairies, that is after you have hired a professional plumber to unblock your drains!

Finally 'Kissimisee Concrete' at 4.5% alcoholic volume, fared the best. Its hops are stone ground for flavour and brewed in a vat of clay. This grayish cloudy beer I admit, tasted quite earthy and had a pleasant kick to it.

At the end of the day, all things considered I enjoyed Kissimissee's beer, but refrained from smiling to people in the street for a few days.

Trevor The Lemon's Tips For Single Men & Women

Single men with beards can obtain the appearance of an upper class Arctic explorer by simply applying correction fluid to their beards, painting their noses blue, and cutting off a couple of toes. It never fails to impress the girls.

Ladies. Too old to go on an 18 to 30 holiday? Simply get really drunk, lie in a sandpit in your garden, then shag every guy who looks at you over the fence. If you don't have a fence - even better!

Until next time dudes...