July 28, 2013
Posted on December 12, 2013
The rolling streets of downtown St. John’s
Our morning in St. John’s started with a breakfast together with some of the other guests of the B&B we stayed at. It was interesting to talk about all sorts of random things while the breakfast was prepared, and this morning we were treated to some insights into shipbuilding. It was looking gloomy outside, but we still decided to get out of the city and check out Cape Spear. Continue reading…
July 27, 2013
Posted on December 2, 2013
The B&B we stayed in Clarenville had a very small room for us, but it was enough to fit our stuff, and the bed was probably the most comfortable of all that we had slept on so far. As for the French waffles, there was that and much more waiting for us in the dining room. Aside from preparing a thorough breakfast, our hostess felt it was her obligation to make sure we were headed in the right direction today. She mapped out a route around the area that would pass through many of the interesting places in Bonavista peninsula, as well as suggestions for lunch, and finally a suggestion for a small fishing village that we would probably not visit that day, but perhaps on the way back from St. John’s. Aside from all that, I had another spot in mind: Elliston, where you can observe Atlantic puffins from land. Continue reading…
July 26, 2013
Posted on November 9, 2013
Twillingate Lighthouse
This morning no one brought up the idea of taking T’Railway further. Even though from here on the trail passes through towns all the way to St. John’s, we thought there way just no point. Perhaps it was finally time to explore the coastal villages of the northern shores. Continue reading…
July 25, 2013
Posted on November 5, 2013
One of the things that was on our to-do list while in Newfoundland was the T’Railway. Before the Trans Canada Highway linked St. John’s to Port aux Basques and everything in between, the island’s transportation relied on a railway, which was in operation for some long 90 years – from 1898 to 1988. As the paved highway replaced the railroad, the latter was disassembled and converted into a multi-use recreational trail, a provincial park to be precise. How nuts you have to be to attempt to go for it on a motorcycle is up for debate. Previous accounts of such adventurous trail riding included everything from plain gravel roads to knee deep water crossings with rocks the size of microwave ovens thrown in for good measure. What can one possibly expect with something like this? Continue reading…