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Cape Spear Anyone? Anyone?

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Finally, some excitement. Francis forgot to counts heads and the bus crept out of the parking spot from Cape Spear. The driver inched forward with caution as other tourist milled about around and in front of our bus. (Single) Angela from Germany came running up the hill. One worried husband tore down the aisle to the front of the bus. “One minute, Francis. My wife is missing.”

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You should have seen our tour guide’s face. Though he’s of a ruddy complexion, he turned the red of a sun-drenched tomato. Angela soon lumbered up the steps breathless, with a lopsided grin on her flushed face. This time, the bus driver piped in. “You thought we’d leave without you, eh?”

The worried husband pointed a finger with relief in his voice. ”There she is.” Thirty pairs of eyes turned to their left—no, more—some wore glasses. The missing woman hobbled up the steep grade waving to the bus. Wait for me. I’m coming. She had turned an ankle in her rush, but not enough for medical attention. As she made her way inside the bus, her husband wiggled a finger at her. Using a stern voice but unable to hide his amusement, he said, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He burst out laughing as did she. The whole bus roared, even Francis.

The woman came this way but towards us

The woman came this way but towards us

Francis then entertained us with a story where he had been left behind in the Dominican Republic. He left the resort in a taxi at 6:00 a.m. wanting to tour in the Catalina Islands. Then he hopped on a bus, then a catamaran, and a paddle wheeler down to a monastery. He was the only English speaking person out of the 60 on the tour. He walked around, took pictures and decided to return to the bus. No bus. Everyone—gone. He walked out to the highway. Waited and waited. Along came a yellow bus with only one seat at the back. Half-asleep, the guy in the next seat pointed to his armband. Francis had a blue one; his seatmate a pink one.

The good Samaritan called to the driver, who figured out Francis was on the wrong bus. He pulled over on the highway and made him get off.

A car came along with some guys inside. “Want help? Want help?”

No, he wasn’t getting into the car but decided to walk. The gist is he came across security guards who could not speak English. A guy came along on a bike. “Trouble, trouble,” he said in English.

Francis saw a car, walked up to the driver and asked, “Where am I?” The guy shook his head.

A small voice in the back asked in good English, “Can I help you, sir?”

Francis could have hugged him. “How far to the resort?

“Three and a half hours.”

“How much to get back to the resort?”

“$90.00 U.S.D.

He finally arrived by 11:00 p.m. All the buses had returned at 5:00 p.m. What a state his wife was in! This story proves how important counting your tour passengers is. After his experience, he always remembered that. Except, this time.

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Cape Spear Quick Facts:

  • Glacier once covered this area (see all the loose boulders)
  • 1836, first lighthouse at Cape Spear
  • East coast trail (hikers come from St. John’s, from everywhere)
  • In summer, tour guides have to force people into bus (stop the whale watching)
  • Bunkers from WWII
  • Most easterly point of North America

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Next on September 30 – Signal Hill

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I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

32 thoughts on “Cape Spear Anyone? Anyone?

  1. Oh my goodness! Glad to hear Francis was found easily. Her husband’s tale sounds like a travel horror story. Yikes! Perhaps the measure of a good tour guide, having lost no clients in a lifetime of touring.

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  2. Your photos are amazing. Thank goodness Francis’ story had a happy ending. Just the thought of being lost in another country where few speak English is unnerving.

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  3. “Except, this time.” 😀

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  4. The earliest sunrise in North America. Wonderful. ☺

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  5. Great tour and super story. Thanks, Tess. 🙂

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  6. Great story, Tess 🙂 Poor Francis, but I’m glad all turned out ok in the end. And Cape Spear looks amazing!

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  7. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    Tess has been on a summer break and how I have missed my armchair tour of Newfoundland.. Today Cape Spear which is the most easterly point in North America.. Today lost and found… tourists.. fabulous Tess and lovely to have you back…

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  8. Love taking along a ride with you on your trips.

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  9. Hi Tess! Hope you’re well, I haven’t been around for EVER! 😉 I’d never heard of Cape Spear, looks interesting. Great getting left behind stories!

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  10. I guess it pays to be the annoying, noisy one on these trips. Then everyone will notice you’re missing. 😉

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  11. Gosh… missing the bus really is a scary thing, huh? Beautiful views there. Thanks for the ride, Tess! Mega hugs.

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  12. Love happy endings. You’re making me want to tour the country. There is so much I haven’t seen. My son and I are considering a cross-country road trip. Maybe…

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  13. I love these real life stories, Tess.

    Out of curiosity, why wasn’t Cape Spear opened by a Canadian?

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  14. Sounds like this was a one off for both driver and passenger, but I’ve been on a couple of tours like this and there tends to be always someone that holds the bus up!

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  15. What an adventure! Great photos.

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  16. Tess, love traveling along with you on your trips! This one a bit scary…missing the bus is not the thing to do! Wonderful photos! 💛 Christine (Elizabeth)

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  17. Counting is an important task. I served on jury duty twice this month, and each time our bailiff took great care to count us prior to entering the courtroom. He told us that when he first started, he poked his head in the jury room and asked, “Is everyone here?” They replied in the affirmative so he trundled them off to the courtroom. A few moments later, a juror walks in and takes a seat. Seems he was ‘there’ but in the bathroom at the time. Oops!

    Your trip sounds amazing, btw.

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  18. Wow! I remember going on excursions in Mexico and how the guides would insist we needed to pay attention to the bus, as there were many buses going in different directions and we might end up anywhere…

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  19. I must say it is one of those day-mares that catch me from time to time; I’m usually convinced we will be left behind and, as a result, we tend to be standing by the bus a good 30 minutes before we need to. I think it is because of my Olympic standard incompetence in organising anything. Or it could be simple middle aged male paranoia…

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  20. Fabulous photographs, Tess!

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  21. Love it! Glad it turned out okay. Great photos. Thanks!

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  22. A couple of great stories. My husband is always worried I’ll miss the bus as I like to wander off on my own, taking pictures and making notes. Cape Spear looks interesting.

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  23. I know. I’m that kind of worry wart as well, especially away from home. 🙂 ❤

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  24. Great photos! I didn’t know much about Cape Spear.
    I like your Halloween header image. 🙂

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  25. NICE to SEE you! Thank you. I have no idea what got into me. Have never been into the spirt of Halloween. This sidetrack has been fun–but I might be losing it–way too much fun letting loose. Who knew I even cared or had any awareness. Nada. Am I going backwards already? Ha ha. Not a problem to stupified me. 😀 😀 😀

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