Barry and I walked along Water Street (the oldest street in North America), looking in windows, visiting a few shops, and then went home to put our respective bikes together. Then back downtown to get the tires inflated, and see what would be involved in getting my bike back home at the end of this trip. Turns out to be a bit more complicated than I had thought, so some re-thinking will take place, and re-planning.
Eventually we got some lunch as well at a pub called the Yellow Belly Brewery(one Darlene and I had been to on a previous trip) and ate outdoors, enjoying the fresh air until a city truck came along to suck out the sewers.
Fortunately, we had also found another cycle shop near this place, one which was much better with us at finding solutions to our needs. I will talk with them this morning about how to get my bike home after the trip.
Darlene wanted to go back to the Inn for a bath and a read, so Barry and I set out to walk up to Signal Hill: a walk which is all uphill, and not mildly so. But the view was amazing.
Needless to say, the walk down was easier than the walk up. We came down through a part of the City called The Battery, and into a downtown park facing onto the Port, before going home. (Those are statues of the Newfoundland dog and the Labrador dog that the children are on.)
Supper was very local, and very good. Cod Tongues, cod fillet, fish soup, mussels. And local beer. Darlene went out for some music after that, and she tells me had a wonderful time listening to fiddles and singing.
I was asleep quite quickly, waking with the sun again this morning.
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Location:Duckworth St,St. John's,Canada
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