Westward
Ho! September, 1997 September
5th: We sat on the ferry from Argentia, Newfoundland, to North Sydney, Nova Scotia, with the funeral of Princess Diana intoning in the background. It was an almost surreal afternoon we were both tired after a disturbed night on the ferry lounge floor beneath the table, the sun was blazing in the windows, our anxieties over the next phase of the adventure were close to the surface, the ferry was four hours late, and the mass hysteria and hypocritical solemnity being acted out on the television screen behind us churned on like the swell in the sea outside, for hours and hours. We'd run short of money, so we weren't going to be able to head down the eastern USA as we'd planned, to end up in Mexico. So we were sadly beginning our journey back to the west, our mood echoing the autumnal weather that was creeping over the eastern provinces. Our journey
westwards was to take us through:
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