Day Twenty-Entry Two

Day Twenty
Entry Two

Tequila was a bad idea. It really was.

I'm feeling better now than I did when I wrote that last entry..so I can describe a bit better what happened. We arrived in St. John's with nothing booked, so of course all the hostels were full. Ended up in a university dorm. One thing about Newfoundland is that the people here are really nice. And they all talk funny. And fast. I really love it here. On the eastern edge of The Island seems to be where most of the population lives. St. John's was our furthest point from home, and from here most of our traveling will be homeward bound.

The spectacular scenery, the people and atmosphere all combine to give a definite sense of isolation. It's just so different here. I think this is my favorite place of all the places I've been. Achingly beautiful. It seems like a good place to build a house by some lake. To live out my days in peace and serenity. It's inexplicably lonely here...or maybe that's just me. Someday, I'm going to come back here (by plane maybe) and spend the entire vacation on The Island.

Tomorrow we have to ride a ferry for an outrageous seventeen hours. Not really looking forward to that. It's a seriously long distance, though. I guess I'll get a lot of reading and/or writing done. So that kills tomorrow. Then it's a return to the Cabot Trail.

In other news we almost lost Aaron last night. The guys were trying to get me to pick a girl up, but I'm too shy, so Aaron decided he would. He used the old "Do you have a lighter?" trick. After a few unsuccessful attempts he was suddenly walking off into the distance with some girl! Chino and I eventually found him in a random bar. Also saw a sweet band there, who's name escapes me now. St. John's fucking rocks. It's just insane to drive/navigate in.