Posted by: TheAuthor | 18/10/2011

Day 32 – The Ferry, Again

After feeling like we had just departed the ferry, we were headed back to re-board the same ship and head back to the mainland. It was a short drive, roughly a little over 500km, which we intended to draw out all day ending up with an ‘Authentic Canadian Thanksgiving’ dinner – as none of us had ever experienced one before.

The drive was spectacular, Newfoundland is a superb province and if you manage to get here then it is worth it. Vast open spaces with very little habitation by man, a few hamlets and villages litter remote locations with the odd ‘big’ city thrown in – nothing bigger than St John’s 100,000 people mind you. If you find somewhere to buy fresh produce, I recommend small shacks at the side of the road, then snap up the chance because it is likely that you might not find the same deal again. The more remote you go, the more expensive the products you want to buy become.

The weather today brightened up for the first time in around a week, the sun brought out the colours in the decaying leaves still clinging onto the tree branches. The drive west was far less boring with impressive scenery every step of the way.

We took a break in the town of Deer Lake, visited (accidentally) the Hydroelectric dam and (deliberately) the lake on the other side of the road. The wind was beginning to pick up as we played on the sandy beaches, littered with broken glass and burnt wood, watching waves crash on the shore with intolerable frequency. There was little soothing about a wave breaching the shore every three seconds. Even still, we enjoyed playing in the sand and making towers from wood. It was a great break from driving.

Next port of call was Corner Brooke, a bustling town and (as one local told me) the Toronto of Newfoundland. I thought to myself as he told me this riveting fact, mused over the notion that because the island is small then it would probably be true. Even still, there was nothing there apart from a ‘Wal-mart’ and ‘Canadian Tire’ both being constructed. We began to look for somewhere that would serve a thanksgiving dinner, but as it was the holiday itself every shop was closed – apart from Tim Horton’s.

With 200km to go before the ferry and having to board in a further 5 hours, we decided to press on and try to find a restaurant in Port Aux Basques itself. Driving in Shell and myself sat watching our final sunset in Canada, a beautiful array of pastel yellows, oranges and blue cascading over the sky. We found a hotel still open and serving food, overlooking the port. Finally, on our epic mission across Newfoundland, we had found our thanksgiving dinner. Now it was simply a task of getting back onto the ‘Blue Putties’ ferry back to Nova Scotia. Still haven’t seen a Moose mind you, no idea what the locals are complaining about!

Trip Statistics:

Tim Horton’s stops – 13

Kilometres driven – 679km

Total distance driven – 10,657km

Car faults – Found out Speedometer is inaccurate by 10kph

– Speakers starting to refuse to operate

– Tail Light Casing Broken

– Console Handbrake light always ‘on’


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