Good-bye Labrador

February 26, 2016 by Let's CUT the Crap! 66 Comments

Few photo opportunities for this post. More next time.

Wake-up call had been arranged for 7:30 a.m. We woke fifteen minutes before the phone rang, but it was still a scramble. Our luggage  was outside our door as we made our way foir breakfast by 8:00 a.m.

One of the overstuffed pillows on the beds would have still fit in my suitcase. Mary must have packed her entire closet ‘just in case.’ She had made use of the expansion zipper and with so much jampacked into her luggage, couldn’t find anything whenever she changed her mind and dug for something else.

Our tour group had the small restaurant to ourselves. The buffet breakfast offered regular porridge, numerous types of dry cereal, orange juice, and milk. The usual hot pans awaited: pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausages, lots of toasted whole wheat bread. Orange slices and a discreet bowl of prunes completed the ensemble. Assorted packets of jam were at each table.

Francis reminded us to pickup the boxed lunches on the way out to the bus. It was impossible to miss them as they covered the whole reception desk where everyone had to drop off their room keys. Our lunches tucked into the overheads, we started out again in the grey drizzle and fog. I had forgotten we were in Labrador.

https://youtu.be/X5ZRyWGRVqY   (WP says this is invalid address)

Credit  oldirishladdie

Francis read a letter he’d found on the internet by a guy wanting to renew his passport.

The Newfoundlander, who had been a Canadian since 1949 had done so successfully several times before. He had served 30 years in the army, received Canadian pension etc. This, of course, entailed all the beauracracy anyone has ever experienced in a lifetime.

One of the questions asked his address. He wondered why, in his letter, he had to supply it since the forms had been addressed to his correct address. See where this is going? On and on the silly questions continued.

We laughed so hard, Francis and the driver included, we ended up in Quebec because we’d missed the correct exit to the ferry. Easy to do, you see, since our hotel wasn’t that deep into Labrador and the small strip which was Quebec could not be avoided between Newfoundland and Labrador. Though we had to use a few minutes to find a suitable area to reverse direction, we still had plenty of time before boarding.

Shaun parked, shut off the engine. We had time to wait. Novels, iPods, iPods and cells were pulled out. Although the bus has WiFi, no one had been able to access it. Internet at last night’s hotel has been the easiest and most user-friendly so far.

Power to Labrador:

• Labrador Island Link
• Cable laid 35 km long: 2 for power, 1 for backup
• Drilled off 350 meters.
• 20 meters down to ocean floor
• 600,000 tons of gravel to protect the wire from passing ships etc. to a depth of a meter and a half.

Giggle for a Friday

Two guys go into a new bar with lots of mirrors looked around for service.

“Sit down, Paddy. They’re coming over here.”

Next on March 4^th – Back to NewFoundland

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