B - reporting
It is good to be back in Canada, after such a long time. We almost kissed the ground in our first Tim's.
Right, well...hmmmm. I'm very out of pracitse re blogging, sorry. So on July 10 we were finally ready to leave Halifax and start out trip home to the far west of Canada - by first heading east.
We packed up pretty early, and were checked out by the crack of 10. We had a few boxes of winter clothes etc we didn't need to keep in the truck, so we Greyhounded them home. Then picked up some supplies (beer! a BBQ!! sausages!!!) and headed east along the coastal road, aiming to hit the Newfoundland ferry port tomorrow night.
It was a lovely sunny day, and the ocean, when we could see it, was twinkly and blue, as oceans should be. There were not too many views, though. We passed the town of Sherbrooke, where almost the entire village is now a museum, depicting a typical Nova Scotia village of the 1860s. People in period costume were wondering round, chatting to tourists. It seemed very well done.
We were eager to start camping, and set up our stuff properly after such a long time in sleeping in beds. So we found the lovely Salsman Provincial Park. We set up by the lake and were promptly attacked by mozzies, however it was still very pretty! G set up the new BBQ (from Canadian Tire, we were tempted to kiss the ground there too) and I got the chairs assembled and we were soon having a delicious beer and periodically slapping ourselves.
The park staff and other campers were v friendly, several of whom came over to chat and ask about our trip (we have stickers from all manner of foreign places on the car). Then after some lovely BBQ sausages we got our stuff arranged and our first sleep in the car since Kazakhstan.
It is good to be back in Canada, after such a long time. We almost kissed the ground in our first Tim's.
Right, well...hmmmm. I'm very out of pracitse re blogging, sorry. So on July 10 we were finally ready to leave Halifax and start out trip home to the far west of Canada - by first heading east.
We packed up pretty early, and were checked out by the crack of 10. We had a few boxes of winter clothes etc we didn't need to keep in the truck, so we Greyhounded them home. Then picked up some supplies (beer! a BBQ!! sausages!!!) and headed east along the coastal road, aiming to hit the Newfoundland ferry port tomorrow night.
It was a lovely sunny day, and the ocean, when we could see it, was twinkly and blue, as oceans should be. There were not too many views, though. We passed the town of Sherbrooke, where almost the entire village is now a museum, depicting a typical Nova Scotia village of the 1860s. People in period costume were wondering round, chatting to tourists. It seemed very well done.
We were eager to start camping, and set up our stuff properly after such a long time in sleeping in beds. So we found the lovely Salsman Provincial Park. We set up by the lake and were promptly attacked by mozzies, however it was still very pretty! G set up the new BBQ (from Canadian Tire, we were tempted to kiss the ground there too) and I got the chairs assembled and we were soon having a delicious beer and periodically slapping ourselves.
The park staff and other campers were v friendly, several of whom came over to chat and ask about our trip (we have stickers from all manner of foreign places on the car). Then after some lovely BBQ sausages we got our stuff arranged and our first sleep in the car since Kazakhstan.
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| Ferry on the coast road near Sherbrooke! |
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| Nova Scotia looking good in the sun. |
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