CANADA WEEK 3 & 4 - NEWFOUNDLAND
Hello little birds,
It's Kevin here. I'm going to tell you about week three and four, when we drove our van all over the beautiful island of Newfoundland. This island amazed us right from the beginning – after a 7-hour ferry ride, we were surrounded by rocky landscapes playing hide and seek in subtle fog, which made us feel like we had just landed on another planet.
Over there not only does the weather change from one minute to the other, but the sceneries also vary from one moment to the next. We never knew what to expect next. From the white granite cliffs of Rose Blanche at the south western end of Newfoundland, we drove all the way up north to L’Anse aux Meadows, which was the most northern point we would reach on our canadian trip. Over there we found icebergs and ancient viking settlements - which neither of had seen before.
On the way we passed Cape Saint George, which had stunning views over the massive cliffs that were lit by the vibrant colours of the sun, peeking its last few rays between the dark stormy clouds. Standing on the edge of the cliffs, looking onto the wide open ocean, we saw lots of birds flying around and even a whale joined the show, getting a breath every once in a while. The next few days we drove along the never ending mountains of Gros Morne National Park - a very dry landscape that felt again like we had reached the moon. The following day we wandered around the rocky pillars of “The Arches” - stones that the sea carved over centuries.
Although it was already June, summer was not even in sight for Newfoundland. Days were humid and windy and nights were freezing cold. That's when living in a van became challenging. But the amazing night spot we found with the van’s backdoor directly facing the open water made it easier to forget about the cold. Away from civilisation, only the moon lit the night, reflecting on the water while the waves soothe us to sleep.
During our time in Newfoundland we often wondered what the Newfie used their time for - other than fishing of course. Don't get me wrong, nature was stunning - but we did not see a lot of civilisation. A bar, for example, seemed like a hard place to find. So we had to ask a few locals to shine some light on that matter. Turns out Newfie enjoyed hunting and dashing their quad bikes or snow mobiles through the wild, and also drink a lot of beer. A LOT, of beer.
After almost two weeks driving around this diverse and surprising island, we made it to Cape Spear - North America’s most eastern point. We had reached one end of the world and it was time to turn around. So we set a westerly course on our compass and drove our way back to the ferry at Channel-Port-aux-Basques - were we had land two weeks earlier. Another day and about a thousand kilometers later, we waved Newfoundland goodbye and continued our way to the other end of the world.
Auf Wiedersehen, Kevin