After our stop in St Andrews, TR and I hastily packed the bikes, then burned down to Timmy’s to shovel some food into our heads. The place was packed with golfers, and Timmy’s was a bit short staffed this particular day. There were only three people to serve the golfers + us, as well as the never-ending queue of people in the drive through section. TR and I left a handsome tip, and ate our food in the car park where there was a bit more space. We hot-footed it to Saint John to catch the ferry to Digby, Nova Scotia. We needed to be there at 11 for the sailing at 12.
For those of you who are ignorant to the wonders of this ferry, it crosses the Bay of Fundy between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. There has been talk over the years of closing it down; thankfully that never eventuated. TR used to live in Saint John, so knew her way to the Ferry terminal. I was happy to trail along behind. Here we are at the terminal. The bikes get a lane all to themselves, and usually board the ferry first, as it should be:
Riding onto the ferry, and navigating the bikes below decks, was a particularly hairy moment. Usually you have to take some care when riding onto ferries, because the vehicle decks are metal. Never been too much of a problem for myself or other motorcyclists, until now. This vehicle deck was not just metal, it was wet, slippery, greasy metal! The hearts of both TR and I were in our respective mouths, beating furiously. We rode with extreme caution. The weight of the bikes made it even more difficult. Fortunately, the ferry staff went out of their way to assist us in navigating and parking, then showed us how to use the tie-down contraptions so our bikes wouldn’t take a slide somewhere mid-crossing.
I’ve been on this ferry once before – about 12 years ago. I loved it then and love it now. It’s just a ferry, and as far as ferries go, nothing special. I just like it. It was a very peaceful and relaxing three hour voyage. TR and I sat down below to charge our phones and communication equipment, then adjourned to the upper decks for some sun. TR grabbed the camera and wandered off, clicking merrily. I put my feet up, exhausted after the one hour ride:
View from the bow end of the ferry:
Approaching Digby, Nova Scotia:
The ferry ride over, we took off along the shore of the bay, not on the main drag (boring), but on a secondary road. Prior to the ride, we stopped off in Digby for some photos of this place. Nova Scotia is dotted with similar scenes, absolutely gorgeous.
Back on the road, we passed through some spectacular scenery and a myriad of small towns and villages. The ever-present sun made the day just that bit more memorable. Great ride. That evening, TR’s mother drove us down to the Bay of Fundy shore for some piccies of the sunset. This was quite a popular spot; groups of people and families had the same idea. Some had made a fire (it was a bit chilly). This is one of the things I love about Canada – they’re so laid back. In Aussieland, if you tried to light a fire on the beach you’d have every officious mongrel under the sun up your clacker, you’d have passersby, with little to do, making a complaint, and you’d most likely find yourself smacked across the chops with a fine. Not here. You want a fire on the beach? No worries!
The sunset was pretty good. It wasn’t blazingly spectacular, but this particular evening the peace and beauty of this place was more than enough. TR and I climbed out onto some rocks on the shore for a photofest:
Slowly the sun set, signalling the end of a perfect day:
The journey continues through Nova Scotia. This has to be one of the most beautiful places in the world. More soon Blogsters. ‘Bye.