I awoke about 9:30 AM Newfoundland time to discover I was in a time warp. The thick fog and the constant fog whistle from the ship made it feel like a bad horror movie. I surprised myself by ordering a Newfoundland breakfast at the cafeteria - eggs, fried bologna, beans, toast. Things sure have changed from three weeks ago when I wouldn't have touched it!
Breakfast finished, I did a little soundseeing and then it was off to the stern deck, one of my favorite places on the ship. Unfortunately it was also one of three places people were allowed to smoke. But I managed to sit where I wouldn't be bothered. The seats were damp with the fog and you couldn't see the wake left by the ship in the water. I worked on my puzzle book for a bit, listened to the CDs I had brought and watched a group of kids chase each other around the deck.
About 2:00 PM I decided to eat lunch and figured I'd get something in Baddeck about 5 PM if we were lucky. I took my hotdog onto the stern deck and ate and people watched. After lunch, I sat under the canopy and listened to Ger Wolfe's Ragged Ground. It was raining by this time and not a very nice day at all. But I found out that listening to Ger on a ferry in the Atlantic Ocean is a religious experience.
I watched the puddles roll from starboard to port and back again as I listened to Curra Road - "We won't worry 'bout the traffic, we won't worry 'bout the radio, we won't worry 'bout the phone..." Nope, no worries when wrapped up in Ger's blanket of music!
The other song I especially enjoyed here had a nice Carribean beat - "Over the mountains and under the sea, Music for you, honey, music for me... Songs of the mermaids and songs of the sea...dreams of the fish below learning to sing..."
And it was about this time I noticed that not all the animals on board were in the kennel! These two horses must have been very frightened to make such a long crossing. They welcomed their owners royally when we came to drive our cars off the ferry in North Sydney. we even had a welcoming committee of two fast boats flying over our wake the whole way up the harbour. |