St. John's

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  • Day48

    Late Night Drinks

    September 19, 2017 in Canada ⋅

    At night we did an after dinner drink tasting with one of our favorite bartenders. As we are crossing the Atlantic Ocean it was quite bumpy. This bar is in the front of the ship so it was totally empty except for us. Interestingly our favorite drink was called The Stabilizer🥃.

  • Day50

    St John's, Newfoundland

    September 21, 2017 in Canada ⋅

    Today we toured St. John’s, the capital of Newfoundland, whose harbor was the center of cod fishing and trading. We drove to Cape Spear, the most easterly point in North America, with magnificent views of the city and coastline.
    Along the way we stopped at Petty Harbor, one of the oldest fishing harbors in North America.
    Signal Hill was our next stop and is referred to as “The Lookout”. It was also where Marconi received the first wireless transatlantic signal in 1901.
    Now we have been on the most westerly point in Europe and the most easterly point in North America.
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  • Day13

    Day 13, St Johns, Canada

    September 13, 2017 in Canada ⋅

    An 8am dock this morning in to St Johns. I didn't sleep very well last night due starting with the dreaded man flu. As a result we were up at 6.30am and went for a cuppa. We are currently 3 and a half hours behind UK time. I always thought time zone changes were in complete hours. It was chucking it down with rain and still very foggy from yesterday. The captain was still sounding the horn every few minutes but not the loud foghorn that was using during yesterday but a softer one so as not to disturb the sleeping passengers. As we arrived on the top deck, facing the front of the ship, it looked like we were about to sail straight in to the rock side. It wasn't until we moved to the front of the ship that we saw a very narrow gap in the rocks that we eventually sailed in through. At its narrowest point I'm guessing he only had about 30ft either side to play with, truly magnificent manoeuvring skills. And in the thick fog and rain too !!

    We watched the dock in the rain before going for breakfast. Afterwards we put on our warm clothes and waterproofs as I don't know if I've mentioned it but the weathers been crap and still is!! A certain person not to far from me said and I quote " You'll only need shorts and tee-shirts from Canada in". Yep, wrong!! So we had a walk through the soggy town, lots of war history and many connections back to England. This used to be a stopping place to refuel in WW2 and the locals used to supply cakes and home cooked foods to try and make the soldiers feel at home. Quite fascinating really. Gutted there was no McDonalds for free wifi but Starbucks stepped up to the plate 👍

    After a fair bit of browsing we got back on board and had a spot of lunch and just enjoyed the ship. We went out on deck to watch the sail away and it was fantastic. I think it's got to be one of the best ports for approach and departure we've ever done. The decks were busy and the amount of room down either side of the ship as we sailed towards the mouth of the Atlantic was minimal. As we sailed down there were lots of people at the top of the hill and they fired 3 cannons as we passed. A spectacular departure, really glad we saw it. Still raining ☔️ though !!

    We're just off to the restaurant now, lots of nice choices tonight. Got an early start in the morning even though it's a sea day, more to be revealed tomorrow.

    Adios amigos
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  • Day25

    Letzter Landgang...

    July 21, 2017 in Canada ⋅

    ... bevor es 6 Tage auf See geht! Uff Die älteste Stadt Canadas ist schon sehr schön und gemütlich. Wenn die Sonne scheint leuchten die bunten Häsuer bestimmt wunderschön :)

  • Day3

    being all sophimistimicated

    August 22, 2016 in Canada ⋅

    After the huge American breakfast and extra couple hours back in bed failed to cure the hang over I thought I should probably stop laying about doing nothing and go explore the imaginatively named "the rooms", st John's local museum.

    Fascinating exhibit on Newfoundland's contribution to WWI (yes mother I know how into WWI Graham is and yes I took extra photos that I'll email separately), stunning views from the third floor cafe with decent wine and lovely seafood chowder Aaaaaand not much else, oh well nice way to spend an afternoonRead more

  • Day2

    decent walk for an awesome beer

    August 21, 2016 in Canada ⋅

    Killing a bit of time before my brewery tour, decent walk down here, the highlights included waking past the basilica (photo attached)....cos I'm all grown up and stuff. And walking past a graveyard that had 2 gravestones that I wished had been the other way around as both contained one word only(presumably the name of the deceased)...the first said dicks and the second long...oh how I wished they had been buried next to each other and the other way around so I could have been super childish about the death of long, dicks...can't have everything I guessRead more

  • Day3

    the first hang over

    August 22, 2016 in Canada ⋅

    I write this within minutes of waking up so I can't guarantee no bad language...or that I'm actually alive

    Soooo Canada ey...these Newfoundlanders can drink some some drink and they brew their own so I'm not stuck drinking corrs (see I knew their would be swearing)

    Newfies here have the coolest sing song Irish/Canadian accent I've ever heard, they are massively proud of their Irish/British heritage and I'm told...admittedly when 3 sheets to the wind...that this was part of the British empire until 1949 and as such drove on the left until midnight on a specific night ! love em here but their a bit nuts

    After my adventures in breweries yesterday when I had whatever the tour guide fed me 1 beer before and 1 after I went for the walk back here and met up with Jen (awesome Scottish woman I've known for upwards of 36 hours who lives here too) polished off my sixer and asked her where's good and do you fancy a beer?...God bless this 22 year old, a thousand miles from home for taking sympathy on an old fucker but she responded, the yellow belly brewery is good and yes.

    I realise at this moment I've been awake for upwards of 5 minutes and the hang over isn't curing itself so I will briefly say, st johns is my kinda town, oldest street in North America is also the most bars per km. We visited a decent few decent bars, met a fella from Dudley in the first place that's been here 4 years, listened to country music and sang along, being thoroughly British me and Jen were relentlessly mocking the closing ceremony that everyone had on tv....much the horror/confusion/amusement of the bar staff, met Jen's work buddy's, I got screeched in....I would explain what that means but quite frankly I was half cut when Jen told me it was a traditional newfie thing and all I really remember is some bloke dressed up as a fisherman making me and 20 other gullible tourists kiss a fish and down a soft shot for twenty bucks whilst talking in a hilariously bad Irish accent at a million miles an hour....and had some traditional night out junk food on the way back here.

    I would right more but you're bored and I need breakfast
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  • Day15

    Time Travel(1)

    June 19, 2018 in Canada ⋅ 🌬 57 °F

    Many. many people can trace their roots back to Newfoundland. It doesn't make it any less powerful to do so. At the urging of two of my sisters, I specifically started this trip near Conception Bay. It turns out that the museum I visited had a whole floor of Newfoundland and Labradorean archives. I started with the knowledge that our Grandmother, Ella Stevenson Hall, Mother of Anson Louis Hall, was born in Harbor Grace, an outport of Conception Bay.
    The archivist was really helpful and pointed me to the baptismal records. Not knowing Ella's religion relegated me to pouring through a few books but I eventually found her record! It is the last one on the page pictured below.
    Ella Stevenson(no middle name, though used for Marcy's middle name!)) was born to Mark and Hannah Stevenson. (This was who Shannah was named after). Her birthday was October 5th 1886. She was baptised, in St Paul's Anglican Church, on November 7th, 1886. They lived in a neighborhood called "The Hill". Mark, ironically, was a listed as a fisherman. Though we have some family folklore that has him as a mail boat captain. I looked five years in either direction of Ella's birth for siblings but found none.
    According to dna testing that Shannah has done, there is also an Inuit influence in our genes from Dad's side. This museum was filled nods to the impact of the native tribes that inhabited this place of extreme, though austere, natural abundance.
    A little silly story is that almost everyone I've run into is enthusiastic and warm. Traits I love about the Halls! When a woman selling me tea referred to me as "sweetie", "love" and honey-dear" in the span of two sentences, I said. "I've been wondering. How do you all elevate these freely flowing endearments for someone that you actually love?" We had a good giggle.
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  • Day15

    Food Report

    June 19, 2018 in Canada ⋅ ☁️ 55 °F

    So one of the things that people always say when they travel is that they look for the "local secrets". I'm no different. So far however, in Newfoundland, things have kinda backfired. Tim Horton's is their version of Dunkin Donuts. Every truck stop has a "Tim's". (I've used them for their free wifi). And throughout my travels, I kept hearing people talk about "oatcakes". So I tried one knowing that from a chain, it wasn't going to be very authentic. It was actually okay. The history also surprised me. Apparently these oatcakes were a Scottish staple that is kind of like a less sweet oatmeal cookie but cooked on a griddle. And usually eaten with ale. Hmmm. That seems like an odd combo.
    I also had the experience a few nights back of finding a food place where there were a zillion cars in front. Actually, mostly trucks. I walked in and it was totally like the scene in Animal House where everything just stopped for a second. There were literally twenty five or thirty men all gathered around tables. Eating, talking, enjoying each other. Since I had no food in my truck and I was already three steps in the room, I leaned into the discomfort, forged ahead, and sat myself down in the corner of the room. A waitress came over and said, "Don't mind if they stare. They are just wondering who you are". Now THAT'S a small town! She told me that they had just added to the menu "Rappie Pie" for the summer. I asked what it was and she said it was a traditional Acadian fish cake. Served with chow-chow. Say, what?! It was incredible. And I don't mean that in a delicious way. Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to eat pretty simply. Not much in the way of processed food or carbs or things that are fried. So when two big fat cakes arrived I dug in only to find that it was mashed potato with a little cod mixed in. Slathered in green pickle and onion relish(that's the chow-chow). I was all about having a couple of bites to enjoy the experience. Just a couple of bites was more than enough!
    Because I'm such a quick learner(haha), a couple of nights later I saw a huge line outside a little truck. I admit, I got kind of excited. Turns out, it was hamburgers and onion rings. Hamburgers with "all the fixins" in Newfoundland means mustard, ketchup, sauted onions, lettuce and tomato. On this 39degree night, it was really good. But here I was eating this food, again! I only felt a bit guilty.
    Strike three came a night or two later when I followed a big crowd into a diner. Everything, literally everything, was fried. So my new vow is to assume that, in Newfoundland, crowds are like seagulls at the beach. They always go for the french fries. (Unless there are peanut butter crackers, right Vaughan?)
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  • Day15

    Fishing, so much Fishing!!

    June 19, 2018 in Canada ⋅ ☁️ 54 °F

    As predicted, the weather was terrible today. Sideways, no actually, literally, sideways rain. It felt like sleet but it was simply the force with which the rain drops were being driven into my face! I laughed right out loud as I turned a corner at a building and was literally blown back two steps. I looked around and noted that people were walking at an angle as they leaned into the wind that made it look like a giant, real-life Michael Jackson video. A perfect day to delve into some history. Preferably indoors. (please note that there is a 6 photo limit on posts. I will likely divide this post into sections so I can share more in the way of pictures) As it happens, I bumbled onto The Rooms. Part Museum, Part Library. A spectacular building with a cool name and a cool logo. When I asked about the name's origin, the curator said that once I learned how the cod was historically processed, it would make more sense. I should have known it had something to do with fishing. And specifically cod. It is impossible to avoid the influence of the sea here. And why would one want to?
    So cod fishing....
    1.The fisherman used hand nets to haul in the fish.
    2. They rowed the dories, laden with fish, to their families' fish houses. With long hooks they lifted the fish up onto the wooden dock. (Room #1)
    3. Here, men and women would filet the fish in stages. The first person would loosen the gills. The second would notch the belly. The third would reach in and pull the guts up to the head and take the head off(save the liver for cod liver oil). The fourth would slice the belly to tail. The fifth would take the spine out. On to Room #2.
    4. In an adjacent house, the fish would be placed in salt to cure for 7-10 days. The salt was part of a trade with parts of the Mediterranean and Brazil. It was in these places that salt water was dried to form salt crystals and traded to the Newfoundlanders for fish.
    5. After salting, the third station was a rinsing of the salt and further drying in the wind and sun.
    6. Finally, the fish were stacked and brought to market in their new, dry, hard, last-forever state.
    To eat the fish, it had to be soaked for a long time to re-hydrate it. Often, a similar state of hard bread was also soaked and then the two were mashed together.
    "The Rooms". Now it does make sense!
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You might also know this place by the following names:

St. John's, St. John’s, سانت جونز, Горад Сент-Джонс, Сейнт Джонс, Saint John's, Άγιος Ιωάννης Νέας Γης, San Juan de Terranova, Saint-Jean, Baile Sheáin, Baile Naoimh Eòin, סנט ג'ונס, YYT, セントジョンズ, სენტ-ჯონზი, 세인트존스, Sanctus Ioannes Terrae Novae, Sent Džonsas, Сент Џонс, St. John's på Newfoundland, Сент-Джонс, سینٹ جان, Saint John, செயின்ட் ஜான்ஸ், سینٹ جانز، نیوفنلینڈ اور لیبراڈار, 聖約翰斯

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