Now on maritime in the beautiful regional municipality of Halifax. We flew in over quintessential Canadian landscape – pine trees, spruce and the orange red of the fall. Quite gorgeous with fishing cabins with smoke coming from chimneys. Sort of imagine decoy ducks, cabins, trees and Daniel Boone type characters. They sell great coonskin hats in the shops but pondering whether I would get strange looks if I wandered the streets of home with a raccoon on my head – well of course there is also the issue of the dead raccoon
I think I am disappointed that we won’t be here long as it is the sort of place that you could imagine having a holiday, rocking on a verandah and completely whiling the hours away with one eye out for the Pirates that the area is famous for.
Well here it is all about the seafood. I think I would feel like a total philistine if I wasn’t eating seafood so sitting in the bar of the hotel waiting for crab cakes.
Halifax has a population of about 280000 people, with the largest industry fishing. It is famous for its chowder and I will admit to having it almost every meal since I have been here .. Well I guess with the Atlantic at the front door of my temporary home it would be disappointing if the salmon sitting at the bottom of my chowder bowl wasn’t totally fantastic.
I had a long walk along the coast tonight and paddled my feet in the Atlantic. I really need to keep looking at maps but a bit strange again when you think I can almost wave to Casablanca. There are numerous boats along the shore and many lighthouses in the distance. A I wandered along past Ghost of Mrs Muir houses I had a strong desire to take my periscope and look out for the pirates, just off shore waiting for night fall to come ashore to retrieve their buried treasure. Now I have had a gin and tonic so it could very well be that, but the charm of this place makes one really desperate to sing a sea shanty and dream of being made to walk the plank.
Sleeping under the stars 