St Johns, Newfoundland, July 13th
St Johns, Newfoundland and what everyone has told me to do as well as those I’ve told where I’m going, George Street is suppose to be awesome. It’s where all the bars are and the group of bikers I did talk to 2 ½ hours out were telling me how much fun it is, that’s after they helped me decide which hostel I should checkout…we’ll get to that.
My first night of camping with the tent and although it went up quick, it came down just as quick, which reminds me, now that it’s all wrapped up, I left the flashlight in it so might just have to open it up. Anyway, I setup where they said the sun will hit first so I can get some of the dew dried off before having to pack it, but I didn’t get up as soon as there was sun on me, I waited until it got to hot and had to get out. Well, it’s a small tent as you can see so too small to change in that I’m sure the lady camped next door appreciated me stepping out in my skivvies, who wouldn’t? I saw that Trevor was already packed and outta here that I didn’t even hear him leave, but he was on one of those rice burners, you know the kind, know one knows whether they’re running or not.
It was a beautiful morning and just the right temp for packing up camp and I made the right choice putting the tent where I did cuz no dew and if you would’ve seen how wet everything was when I crawled in for the night; it was as though it had rained. Anyway, the only thing left to do was take a shower and once again I’m sure the lady camped next to me enjoyed watching me get dressed behind the bike, who wouldn’t? Packed, showered and ready to hit the road, but not quite sure where I should go, sure I had an idea, but the guy camped next door, yep the ladies husband showed me how I should make a trip to iceberg alley to see if there were any icebergs, that’d be Twillingate. I just liked the name so figured it definitely a place to visit.
For some reason when leaving camp I remember thinking to myself that I needed to find my happy place. Not sure why, but something must’ve been bothering me, like no phone service, HOG or the bike itself, but it didn’t take long. As soon as I was on the Trans Canada highway with the cruise set, it all blew away and was forgotten, can’t deal with it now cuz I have better things to do. More great riding and the views up to Twillingate were great, the only problem no icebergs. There was a couple who had just come off the island that I met a few days ago that told me about the iceberg they saw here, but the locals said it was already out 2 days previous, well I guess my timing wasn’t the greatest and should’ve probably shown up in June when there were still a few floating around, but I had to make some money to afford this trip.
It was worth that drive although the guy camped next door said it’d add about 3 hours to the trip to St Johns, but he doesn’t know how I drive. Oh, and while in Twillingate I decided to try this interesting looking place, J & J Fish market and it was a great choice. I had a crab burger which had just been made and it was the right choice. You might be wondering just like I was what a crab burger is, but it’s like a crab salad on a soft bun which again, was great.
Back on the road and this time when making a gas stop I got on the phone to call Best Buy, the one where I got this new phone and AT&T service to have them get on it and figure out why I can’t get service in Newfoundland when others that I know, Trevor for instance does get service. Well, there’s no way for them to get a hold of me unless they can get my service to work so I’ll just have to keep checking to see whether they got it to work or not.
Well, the ride to St Johns is definitely something else and I think it’s not only because of the locale, but all of the capes that have to be drivin through. No, not small towns that you have to slow down for, but the weather blowing thru the way it does and have I told you how wicked the winds in Newfoundland are? well, they’re really wicked and this one is so cold I had to leather up with the extra jacket I brought along all the way from Alaska, Oh, if you missed that story from Alaska, it’s the REI jacket I talked my way into half price to warm up my ride through Alaska. You should really read the story. You might be able to see by the pictures the clouds that hang over the mountains and cape that I crossed, but once through it, St Johns had perfect weather.
So I did have to stop and ask for directions, to the hostel that I had booked a room for which reminds me I forgot to tell you about the phone service. Well, at my last gas stop before making it to St Johns, what’dya know, phone service so not only can I call to checkout ferries back to Nova Scotia, but I can call a hostel and book a room; Thanks Chris from the Best Buy call I made for getting things going for me. Anyway, this is where those bikers talking about George street come in to play cuz I showed them the list of hostels and they pointed out the 2 that were close that the City hostel looked like a goo call. Back to the directions and easy to find that I had no problems getting downtown and finding it and what’dya know, they’re throwing a party just for my arrival. Not really, but they were having pot luck and had more than enough food that they invited me to join them which if you know me and food, I’ll definitely eat. Ok, names attached to the pictures and not the porn names which was the game played while eating and I won’t even begin to tell you what mine was, but I was flattered. All from Canada except for Cat who escapes Florida in the summer to come here and Melissa, an Aussie.
Off to George street it is after dinner and this time with the group of guys and a couple of ladies who decided to join us, that would be Kerri An and Melissa who met earlier and these are the groups real names since they weren’t involved in the porn name game. Well, for what everyone was telling me about George Street, I guess I thought it’d be bigger than what it was, but it did remind me a lot of Bourbon Street, you remember the story, my visit to New Orleans? if not, maybe you need to read the story. Anyway, the street wasn’t as busy as it was Saturday night and once again, it’s all timing that I’m a little late for the party. Well, I did ask each their story so a quick version of each, Kerri An is a gypsy, her dad a French Indian from Newfoundland which we were all trying to figure out, what is a French Indian., Melissa traveling around eastern Canada and does a lot of traveling just finding jobs along the way and has to make her way back to Edmonton to move her stuff out of her boyfriends place, trust factor. Jammy who is French and pretty shy just out traveling, Hero, from Japan, but backed out for the night, might still be hung-over from Saturday night, Laura, away from her husband for weeks on end doing research about environmental affects and no phone sex with her husband, Daniel the German who’s doing some traveling after quitting his last job and getting ready to start medical school back in Germany and Chris, from Alberta who was visiting his bum brother in Halifax and hooked up with Daniel who showed him the hostel way…oh, and my wing man tonight.
Ok, so I’ve been wondering where all the hot Canadian women went since getting to Newfoundland and I think I may have found where they all hangout, St Johns. There were a few bars that were hopping and one of them with ladies night that I got to see those hotties I’ve been missing, Well, not the bar of choice even though the ladies would’ve enjoyed ladies night, but we did find one which had Kim sitting all by her lonesome that we’re just the group to join her and I’m just her type of guy since her divorce, have bike and will ride. Which by the way, I need to get up at 4:30 to ride out to the Most Easterly tip of North America to see the sunrise that I found a rider, now all we have to do is work out the arrangements and I’m not talking just the ride. Well, let’s just say, either the wingman turned out to be a snake or we had a cougar amongst us, cuz guess who’s going to see the sunrise themselves, you got it, me…unless I can scare up something else quick before the bars close, which I think is a 4:00 closing.
Sunrise, here I come, or insert we here!
St John pics
My first night of camping with the tent and although it went up quick, it came down just as quick, which reminds me, now that it’s all wrapped up, I left the flashlight in it so might just have to open it up. Anyway, I setup where they said the sun will hit first so I can get some of the dew dried off before having to pack it, but I didn’t get up as soon as there was sun on me, I waited until it got to hot and had to get out. Well, it’s a small tent as you can see so too small to change in that I’m sure the lady camped next door appreciated me stepping out in my skivvies, who wouldn’t? I saw that Trevor was already packed and outta here that I didn’t even hear him leave, but he was on one of those rice burners, you know the kind, know one knows whether they’re running or not.
It was a beautiful morning and just the right temp for packing up camp and I made the right choice putting the tent where I did cuz no dew and if you would’ve seen how wet everything was when I crawled in for the night; it was as though it had rained. Anyway, the only thing left to do was take a shower and once again I’m sure the lady camped next to me enjoyed watching me get dressed behind the bike, who wouldn’t? Packed, showered and ready to hit the road, but not quite sure where I should go, sure I had an idea, but the guy camped next door, yep the ladies husband showed me how I should make a trip to iceberg alley to see if there were any icebergs, that’d be Twillingate. I just liked the name so figured it definitely a place to visit.
For some reason when leaving camp I remember thinking to myself that I needed to find my happy place. Not sure why, but something must’ve been bothering me, like no phone service, HOG or the bike itself, but it didn’t take long. As soon as I was on the Trans Canada highway with the cruise set, it all blew away and was forgotten, can’t deal with it now cuz I have better things to do. More great riding and the views up to Twillingate were great, the only problem no icebergs. There was a couple who had just come off the island that I met a few days ago that told me about the iceberg they saw here, but the locals said it was already out 2 days previous, well I guess my timing wasn’t the greatest and should’ve probably shown up in June when there were still a few floating around, but I had to make some money to afford this trip.
It was worth that drive although the guy camped next door said it’d add about 3 hours to the trip to St Johns, but he doesn’t know how I drive. Oh, and while in Twillingate I decided to try this interesting looking place, J & J Fish market and it was a great choice. I had a crab burger which had just been made and it was the right choice. You might be wondering just like I was what a crab burger is, but it’s like a crab salad on a soft bun which again, was great.
Back on the road and this time when making a gas stop I got on the phone to call Best Buy, the one where I got this new phone and AT&T service to have them get on it and figure out why I can’t get service in Newfoundland when others that I know, Trevor for instance does get service. Well, there’s no way for them to get a hold of me unless they can get my service to work so I’ll just have to keep checking to see whether they got it to work or not.
Well, the ride to St Johns is definitely something else and I think it’s not only because of the locale, but all of the capes that have to be drivin through. No, not small towns that you have to slow down for, but the weather blowing thru the way it does and have I told you how wicked the winds in Newfoundland are? well, they’re really wicked and this one is so cold I had to leather up with the extra jacket I brought along all the way from Alaska, Oh, if you missed that story from Alaska, it’s the REI jacket I talked my way into half price to warm up my ride through Alaska. You should really read the story. You might be able to see by the pictures the clouds that hang over the mountains and cape that I crossed, but once through it, St Johns had perfect weather.
So I did have to stop and ask for directions, to the hostel that I had booked a room for which reminds me I forgot to tell you about the phone service. Well, at my last gas stop before making it to St Johns, what’dya know, phone service so not only can I call to checkout ferries back to Nova Scotia, but I can call a hostel and book a room; Thanks Chris from the Best Buy call I made for getting things going for me. Anyway, this is where those bikers talking about George street come in to play cuz I showed them the list of hostels and they pointed out the 2 that were close that the City hostel looked like a goo call. Back to the directions and easy to find that I had no problems getting downtown and finding it and what’dya know, they’re throwing a party just for my arrival. Not really, but they were having pot luck and had more than enough food that they invited me to join them which if you know me and food, I’ll definitely eat. Ok, names attached to the pictures and not the porn names which was the game played while eating and I won’t even begin to tell you what mine was, but I was flattered. All from Canada except for Cat who escapes Florida in the summer to come here and Melissa, an Aussie.
Off to George street it is after dinner and this time with the group of guys and a couple of ladies who decided to join us, that would be Kerri An and Melissa who met earlier and these are the groups real names since they weren’t involved in the porn name game. Well, for what everyone was telling me about George Street, I guess I thought it’d be bigger than what it was, but it did remind me a lot of Bourbon Street, you remember the story, my visit to New Orleans? if not, maybe you need to read the story. Anyway, the street wasn’t as busy as it was Saturday night and once again, it’s all timing that I’m a little late for the party. Well, I did ask each their story so a quick version of each, Kerri An is a gypsy, her dad a French Indian from Newfoundland which we were all trying to figure out, what is a French Indian., Melissa traveling around eastern Canada and does a lot of traveling just finding jobs along the way and has to make her way back to Edmonton to move her stuff out of her boyfriends place, trust factor. Jammy who is French and pretty shy just out traveling, Hero, from Japan, but backed out for the night, might still be hung-over from Saturday night, Laura, away from her husband for weeks on end doing research about environmental affects and no phone sex with her husband, Daniel the German who’s doing some traveling after quitting his last job and getting ready to start medical school back in Germany and Chris, from Alberta who was visiting his bum brother in Halifax and hooked up with Daniel who showed him the hostel way…oh, and my wing man tonight.
Ok, so I’ve been wondering where all the hot Canadian women went since getting to Newfoundland and I think I may have found where they all hangout, St Johns. There were a few bars that were hopping and one of them with ladies night that I got to see those hotties I’ve been missing, Well, not the bar of choice even though the ladies would’ve enjoyed ladies night, but we did find one which had Kim sitting all by her lonesome that we’re just the group to join her and I’m just her type of guy since her divorce, have bike and will ride. Which by the way, I need to get up at 4:30 to ride out to the Most Easterly tip of North America to see the sunrise that I found a rider, now all we have to do is work out the arrangements and I’m not talking just the ride. Well, let’s just say, either the wingman turned out to be a snake or we had a cougar amongst us, cuz guess who’s going to see the sunrise themselves, you got it, me…unless I can scare up something else quick before the bars close, which I think is a 4:00 closing.
Sunrise, here I come, or insert we here!
St John pics
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