This is the before pic
Carnage after the jump
And after... poor bastard never stood a chance
Friday, May 30, 2008
Lobster Genocide
West Brook Hike
Today we decided to do a boat tour of the fjords in Gros Morne, so we drove Western Brook and did the hike to the harbor. Only problem is, when we arrived we discovered the boat tours don't start until June 1st. Ahh the perils of off-season travelling. We're going to attempt to do the tour on sunday and then haul ass back to Port Aux Basque to make the night ferry back to Nova Scotia.
Hiking and random pics after the jump
The rest of the day was spent taking pictures and wandering the beaches. Tonite we're going to go see some live Acadian music at the local pub.
My morning view Thursday May 29th
All I have to say is...Ech.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Drunken Sunny Afternoon
After the hike on Wednesday afternoon the sun finally made an appearance and we celebrated by drinking copious amounts of wine, rye and Quidi Vidi beer the stumbling along the beach. I tried to pull a Terry Fox and dip my foot in the ocean, but sweet jesus it was freezing.
More drunken tomfoolery after the jump
Takin' a hike.
We decided to do a 10k hike in Gros Morne only to discover bear warning signs which totally put me on edge. Fortunately the scenary was so beautiful that I quickly forgot about being mauled by Newfie bears. We did however come across moose tracks on the boardwalk, and for the rest of the day we had our eyes peeled for animals. Finally at the end of the hike we walked right into the actual moose but scared him away with our giggles. He didn't seem remotely as impressed as we were by the encounter.
Lovely pics after the jump
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Rocky Harbor, Gros Morne National Park
We rolled into Rocky Harbor and settled on staying at the Bottom Brook cottages as they were literally 30 feet from the ocean. 
More after the jump
Within an hour we had groceries, peace of mind, and a bottle of the deadly "Screech", a Newfie rum. 
It was a cold, wet and quintessential Maritime day, but beautiful none the less. I don't think I'll ever get sick of hearing the ocean in the morning.
Ridin' the Cabot Trail
After Peggys Cove we drove the Cabot Trail in the late afternoon. This drive was just..wow. It reminded me so much of Ireland of Scotland. Beautiful rolling hills, and mountains on one side, and endless ocean on the other. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get many great pictures what with the driving and all, but we plan on taking the same trail back next week on our way back to Halifax.
By the time we were halfway done the trail it was starting to get dark and I was definitely nervous. The trail was full of tight pinturns, moose warning signs and no road lights at all. I really haven't had much experience highway driving so it was a bit tough to get used to.
Finally we reached the ferry in North Sydney around 11:00pm but discovered that it was already full, so we were put on the waiting list. The next ferry was at 11:00am the next day, which would completely screw us over because we'd have to get a motel room for the night in Sydney, and another motel in Newfieland after the 8 hour ferry ride.
Fortunately the God of Cheese shone his love down on us and we were the very last car allowed on the ferry. Thank Jebus for the subcompact Yaris.
I was sure I wouldn't be getting any sleep on the ferry what with my insomnia, but I literally passed on the floor and didn't wake up until it was almost time to dock. Poor Tyler wasn't as lucky, he was kept awake by Newfie snores. After a long night on the ferry we pulled into the Port Aux Basque harbor at 8:00am and started the epic drive up to Gros Morne National Park. At this point we were both ridiculously tired, so we stopped to fuel up on some wretched coffee, expired cookies and cigarettes.
After 6 or so hours on the TransCanada we finally reached the beautiful Gros Morne. Newfoundland is truly one big rock and I've never seen scenery like it before. We drive through the first half of Gros Morne looking for a place to stay and discovered Rocky Harbor, a small village literally inside the park. So far we've spent two nights here and certainly don't plan on leaving anytime soon. I have never ever been treated so well by strangers before. Every stereotype you've heard about the kindness of people in Eastern Canada is no lie. They will absolutely go out of their way to make sure you're comfortable.
Drivin'
The beloved Yaris
Gros Morne before the evil darkness decended
My morning view: Tuesday May 27th, Port Aux Basque, Newfieland
Around 7:00am from the ferry on the way to Newfoundland.And here is the rest of it.
Peggy's Cove
Monday morning we started the roadtrip with a quick trip to Peggy's Cove.
Sweet Jeebus it was cold, we were told with the wind the temperature was around 5 degrees. So windy, but so beautiful.
Monday, May 26, 2008
View from my window, Monday May 26th
Halifax harbor, too late to even guess. Sleep hates me and my camera hates wine. Cabot Trail and Peggys Cove tomorrow, probably wont be able to update for a few days
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sweet jesus what a welcome Halifax
The very first person I saw after de-boarding the train:
Drunken foolery after the jump...
Yes, this is 3 liters of wine:
About 1.5 liters in:
A full 3 liters and giant pizza later:
Methinks this will be a fun roadtrip.
View from my window, Sunday May 25th
On the train, just outside of Campbellton, New Brunswick around 5:00am when I couldn't sleep, again.
On zee rails
27 hours, Coburg to Montreal, Montreal to Halifax.
Many pictures to come.
View from my window Saturday May 24th.
Around 7:00am, surprise visitor after the jump.
With a wakeup call from from Monsieur Meatball Sandwich.
Classy Dame
This be Leslie:
(Ok that's a pic of her cat, Inspector Muddog, just in case she wasn't cool with her face being on the "Information Superhighway")
This dame is so classy, let me just break it down for you:
First off, she hasn't seen me in almost four years, since Canada World Youth in Africa. Not only is she still the warmest, sweetest person I know, but she actually managed to get even more beautiful. She met me at the bus station and drove me to her house in a smallish town outside outside of Peterborough. She greeted me with beers, and burgers with cheese and bacon. As we all should know, this is what the Michelle Beast craves.
I met her man and we hung out at their lovely house and spent the night watching movies and eating, two of my favorite pastimes.
When they dropped me off at the train station in Coburg, ON the next day I discovered yet again just how awesome Leslie is; she made me an amazing travel pack. Various sandwiches, a brick of cheese and trashy magazines (among many, many other things) for my 27 hour train ride. How sad that the people I'm closest to live so far away. (This means you lady)
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