Bears : 0
Wolves : 0
Moose : 4
Departed Cape Spear 31st of May.
Arrived Port aux Basques 17th June.
They say that one should start a project in the same manner in which one hopes to finish. On one account at least, we have remained true. It is raining and mist-shrouded here in Port aux Basques, and I won't deny it, I am relieved to be heading off the island. " Damp " is a short street leading to sense of humour failure.
As for the rest of life here on Newfoundland, what a stunning experience.
As always, it is the truckers leading the way in terms of roadside support. Not to say that 'normal' Newfies haven't done their bit. Armed with their ubiquitous flasks of coffee, they have never shied away from offering a mug or two.
But it is the trucker enthusiasm that really gets the juices flowing. Gorilla, moose, bear, weird arm and head shaking....the variety of the signals and the enthusiasm in the performance has to be experienced to be believed.
Whatever else you might have to say about Canadians, they are a people who seem to have remained young at heart...a cool bunch of dudes indeed.
The countryside has been breathtaking. From the gentle rolling hills in the east, through open plains in the centre, all the way to the more dramatic mountains of the west ( these form part of the Appalachian system ), it's a landscape that is pretty wild and rugged and it is filled with a range of scents and sounds of an unknown origin.
I'm no bush fundi, but I have a basic knowledge of what does what, and when it might do it, back home. I would even go so far as to say that I could confidently distinguish between the hunting calls of the lion and the tortoise, but out here, everything is new. It is exciting being immersed in a world where you know nothing, which is not the same as putting me in Accounts 101, because while I would also know nothing there, THAT nothing, no matter how evil the lecturer, could never be a young moose bumbling its way through the forest growth towards your tent.
There have been some lessons learnt about Canadian thought processes, where recharging a sim is quite tricky and where white circles on maps aren't necessarily towns, but bridges over brooks, for the use of fishing from, instead. And of course, just because a petrol dude in South Africa quite likes the idea of receiving 12 day old tekkies, even if they are a tad smelly, the same does not apply to petrol dudes the world over, definitely not in Canada.
There is still a fair bit of running ahead through a whole multitude of variety of landscape, accents, challenges and interesting folk, but at this stage, I am happy with the project so far.
The project leaves for the mainland tonight, and after a couple of days rest for the legs in North Sydney, will begin the journey towards Montreal, hopefully a month away. If the Bay of Fundy and Gulf of St Lawrence mean anything to you, then you will know that we will be running past them en route to Montreal. ( some more geography lessons to follow at a later date )
Things are well and I'm quietly confident of getting through the Rockies ahead of the first of the seasons snow falls, in October.
Trusting that all is well wherever you are, and that you are all secretly sourcing project backers for the future so that Vidamago can head off to run down the States next year.