Hull Is a Paradise
Hull is the gravy-filled hat of Ottawa where many underaged YOLO enthusiasts leave their suburban nests to experience some taboo territory.
Hull or Gatineau, selon ce que vous préférez, is the gravy-filled hat of Ottawa where many underaged YOLO enthusiasts leave their suburban nests to experience some taboo territory. Aside from the stereotypically rampant Pepsi cans, empty poutine containers, and Belmont cigarette butts, you'll also find a town of welcoming and friendly Quebecers who are quite used to the ‘je ne parle pas Français’ types. French Canadians know how to party and you can tell by constant stream of events reeling Ottawans further across the bridge. Hull is something to experience when you are 17, and then laugh at when you’re 27, but you won’t know unless you come by.
In fact, I wrote a poem about it:
be sure to pack your toque
or be covered in puke
girls dance under nineteen
and scarf sketchy poutine
smoking 100 darts
and breaking 100 hearts
the strip is never dull
so i’ll see you in hullOh, also, everything you else you need to know about Hull is right here:
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