Saturday, June 21

Today's breakfast at the B&B was sausages and french toast. The french was unique because it was cooked with rhubarb jam covering it. It was quite tasty. This was accompanied with a fresh fruit salad. With our tummies full, we set out to explore the coastal roads. First stop was a small town called Flatrock where it was reported that whales could be seen in season. The weather was not in our favour for that purpose but we stumbled onto a site that the previous Pope had come to bless, a religious grotto. For that celebration, the fishing boats were in a formation in the shape of a cross in the harbour. The next stop along the coast, Pouch Cove, presented us with another iceberg in the distance.

Across the penninsula lays Bell Island which, I had read good things about so, I took my life in my hands and we boarded the ferry to go there. Well, it was lunchbag letdown. The best part was the view from the Bell Island lighthouse where we spotted some more icebergs in the distance.

The rest of the island was poorly signed and we chose not to do the old Iron mine tour.The Grebe's nesting place was not signed or in the GPS so even though we drove the entire island we could not find it. Lucky us, then had to wait for the ferry workers to have lunch before we could return to the main island. On the way to our accomodations we stopped at The Manuels River Hibernia Interpretation Centre. This area is well known academically for its richness in fossils, specifically the trilobites. These creatures floated around in the ocean millions of years ago.

There was an excellent walking trail along the Manuels river that we enjoyed until it started to rain.

At that point, we just headed for the efficiency suite in Holyrood that I had booked for the night. After unpacki g, we decided toneat where the local's eat so we headed next door to the Chinese restaurant. It was great Chinese food and now it is time to retire. Lots to pack in tomorrow.